By and large Sasuke's life revolved around training and missions, as he assumed the lives of most shinobi his age did, but there were a few hobbies he'd picked up without quite meaning to over the years. Most of them were things that made Naruto call him an old man given the opportunity, but as far as Sasuke was concerned, Naruto could accuse him of being a million years old without reducing his fondness for a good cup of tea.

He did not, however, anticipate the number of people at the tea house. Was there some kind of special deal going on? Sasuke hesitated at the threshold, unsure if it was worth it, until he spotted a reasonably clear area. There was only one man seated there, an older shinobi who looked likely to be a quiet unexpected table-mate.

"Excuse me," he said, drawing level with the table and resting a hand on the back of the empty chair. "Is this seat taken?"