O-oh. [He's not exactly sure what to say to that.] I don't think they sell towels here-

[Just as he said that, the barista cleared his throat and passed him a cloth.]

"For yer friend."

[He said, inching it closer to the edge of the counter. So close that Yuya almost didn't catch it in time.]

Thank you. Oh, could we have a glass of water too?

[The chatting continues for a bit before Yuya heads back with a towel and a glass of water for his friend.]

Sorry, the guy wanted to know if I was doing okay- I have your towel and stuff-