A/N: TIS THE SEASON TO BE SAPPY! /(^0^)/ so tomorrow tomorrow is Christmas so how to start it than starting a new fic? Early present? Haha

"Hundred thousand yen?!, that's crazy! What kind of car do you drive?!"

Though he could see it already, the red gleaming sports car was obviously not a normal car. He just had to be the one that ruined the backlights.

"Hey I know my stuff, so are you going to pay me or not?"

It wasn't his fault. Well, everything wasn't really his fault. He was just at the wrong place and the wrong time, though he seems to be used to that by now.

It was his fourth (or was it fifth?) job he had taken in order to not be thrown out of the apartment he was living right now. It was all he could do just to pay the rent to the land lord, and he certainly was not friendly.

He knew the silver haired man glaring at him now, he was afraid that if he took out his helmet then the man would recognize him too. And that would of course lead to a more complicating situation, because the man wasn't really fond of him when they first met. He just wished that he'd never worked at that maid café in the first place.

Winter, the season of snowmen's, mistletoes, and of course Christmas trees. That was not all of course, the other advantages of this holiday cheers was the extreme amount of sales, discounts, coupons and customers filling up to grab the cheapest item yet and Misaki, being the efficient money saver he is, was surely not going to lose the race to the store counter. He pushed himself among the mob of middle aged housewives and single ladies desperate to buy presents and whatnot for their loved ones, Misaki on the other hand was just desperate to live.

You see he was running low on cash and that was mainly because of his well-known tendency to lose his job in 24 hours. His brother once said that it wasn't his fault, "Maybe you just have bad luck!" he had joked. It wasn't really funny, to him of course. But considering his living conditions right now, maybe 'Bad Luck' wasn't that far off.

His brother was spending his Christmas with Manami and Mahiro in Osaka, he had invited him but, as usual he declined. He didn't want to ruin their fun, and he wasn't really ready to tell his brother that he was working his ass off just to pay the rent. No way. His brother worries too much for him.

He remembered that it had started snowing when he saw that particular wanted sign on the small but crowded café. 'The Romantica', he knew it was a famous place. People would line up there for hours just to get a taste of their delicious coffee and take a peek of the beautiful and, not to mention, cute, faces of the maids that would be serving them. It was no wonder that the majority of the customers were guys, women would come too of course for the coffee but as far as he knows they were rare here in the café.

'Maybe they need a cook?' he had though foolishly as he strode in the café, intending to talk with the manager for the job opportunity. Surprisingly, he was accepted right away, he hadn't even told them his last name before the manager, a woman by the name of 'Aikawa Eri', had jumped and hugged him squealing, "You're hired! Omigosh, this is it! You're perfect! Oh my, oh my, oh my!" He hadn't really thought about it of course, the feeling of happiness and relief that he didn't have to go job hunting again was the only thing that distracted him from the niggling question at the side of his mind that the woman hadn't told him what he was going to do yet.

"Iraisshamase!"

He smiled as he welcomed the customers that filed in the lavish coffee shop. He noted the light blush on one of the young man's faces before they walked in and couldn't help but blush also in response. Who wouldn't in this ridiculous outfit he was forced to wear!

He thought she was joking at first when his manager told him to wear the maid uniform laid out on the table, but she had a serious glint in her eyes that time and he didn't really want to lose this job since it was the only job he had till now. So he swallowed down his man pride and grudgingly slid on the offending maid uniform. Aikawa was squealing all the way as she quickly but perfectly put on the light pink lipstick on his lips and patted down the white powder on his face, of course not forgetting the pink blusher on his cheeks making his blush more obvious.

When she was finished, she even had him convinced that he wasn't a young man but a pretty (admittedly) and cute (definitely) girl in a maid costume. He was grateful that his brother wasn't here in Tokyo, he might just die in embarrassment if his brother saw him here right now.

Each of the maids had different designs on their uniforms, his was an intricate green patterned flowers splayed out at the hem of his maid dress and he had to admit, it suited his eyes perfectly. Getting used to the high-heeled shoes took time but over the days he got used to it and with the help of the manager and the other maids, nearly everybody was convinced that he was a female.

Treating the customers was easy of course; he had worked as a waiter a couple of time in his job hunting history. Actually, he was a bit well-known in that café when he turned up there. More people started filing in the café, if he hadn't known any better, he'd say they were charmed by him. 'Sweet Misaki' they called him, but thankfully they didn't go beyond catcalls, hooting and the occasional soft flirtings. Aikawa could be really scary when she needed to. That man that had spanked his buttocks had ended up in the hospital, it was great reminder for him to never be on the bad side of his manager.

They even had an interview with a local journalist saying how great the service and food was here and their rating went up from a three to four stars. Aikawa was going crazy with all the praises she received and everybody was happy that the shop was doing so well since Misaki came. It was the first time anybody had been happy to him for being there that he just couldn't help but feel happy too.

It was just a normal day at work but strangely, there was a large crowd gathered at the front of the shop, some handling mikes and cameras, desperate to get in. It took him five minutes just to squeeze through all of them and he could feel the glares on his back when he managed to get in through the glass doors. He could hear their muffled protest outside and wondered just what the hell was going on here.

The usually noisy and merry atmosphere of the shop was absent as cold silence greeted him inside. He saw Kyoko, one of the maids working here, strode up to him and whispered in panic, "Misaki what are you doing?! Quick change inside, the customer wants you to serve him!"

'Customer?'

Then he suddenly he noticed that the shop was empty, and he realised that was why it was unnaturally quiet. He peeked behind her and saw a figure sitting casually on one of the chairs, his hands knitted together and his face scrunched up in a scowl. Judging by the situation outside, the mob must be or most probably be, because of him. He wore a sleek midnight black coat with matching scarf and a blue-black waistcoat, complete with the shiny loafers; this man was no doubt a very rich and famous person. And handsome too, he has to admit that the dashing features of the man's face was nothing sort of celebrity material. From the sharp and sculpted face and beautiful purple eyes to the attractive short silver hair the man had, he couldn't help but blush as he saw the man pulling out a box of cigarettes. Misaki still didn't recognise him though. "Who is he?" he whispered back at her as they tip-toed back quietly at the lockers to change. She looked back at him in shock, "You don't know?!"

She sighed when he shook his head in response and continued, "He's the famous critic Usami Akihiko! He's here to see if we'll really live up to his expectations!"

A critic? He wasn't really fond of the idea of serving such a well renowned person but since he was the talk of the small restaurant he guessed he had no choice but to go and hoped for the best. But somewhere in the pit of his stomach, he could tell that this day was going to end really horribly.

'It might not be that bad right?'

Hope readers would like this, and MERRY CHRISTMAS to all yous and all. Renai is hoping for reviews this Christmas, would you be so kind to give this wish to this poor little soul? (ill force santa to give you lots of present I swear). :)