"Of course! And can I get your number?" He splutters. "Your name - I mean your name." That's it. Time to die. He's going to finish taking the order, go out back, and request that Suga shoot him like a wounded racehorse. Either the guy is too distracted to notice the slip or too tired to care, and for once, Bokuto thanks his lucky stars that someone isn't paying all that much attention to him. "Akaashi." [this is where i write my fic, which is actually posted on ao3. these are the un-fixed versions; i just post them here so i can find the chapter i'm working on easily :)]