『Ichigo's POV』

Life has never been so demanding and busy.

Exams were nearing by, people were shoving their stupid orders at me, like, every 30 seconds, and most of all... one customer in particular just hadn't learned the meaning of 'No'.

Pasting around the side of Cafe Mew Mew and quietly slipping unnoticed into the staff-only entrance, I quietly clambered down the stairs to the Maid's Changing Unit and dropped my schoolbag off near the foot of my glossy red locker.

I hurriedly undressed out of my sweaty creased uniform and jumped into this red-and-white-and-way-too-short waitress dress I had to supposedly wear Every. Single. Day.

Sighing, I knew this would mean more harassing and embarrassing comments for me.

It was approximately 04:57 PM and I only had less than five minutes to get dressed and run into a crowded room of customers before my late evening shift starts, and definitely before my unfair boss docks my paycheque again for being a few seconds late.

Knocking was heard by the door.

"Ichigo!" Ryou banged his fist super loudly and almost made me jump before I could even get my shoes on. "You're needed upstairs. NOW!"

"Okay, okay! Coming!" I called after him and panicked as I quickly fastened the big white bow behind my back and slipped the frilly lace headdress over my head.

Within a stressed amount of short time, I had managed to transform from schoolgirl to slave in a matter of three and a half minutes.

The door handle rattled and dodged and I sighed in relief that Ryou hadn't popped in any time before. He walked into the room and closed the door behind him.

I pointed at him with a surly finger and disgusted face. "You. You can't do that!"

"Do what, now?" Ryou casually asked and made no excuse to check my thighs out. His back leaned against the door, his hands buried deep into the pockets of his white trousers.

Can you even believe this guy?!

What makes him think that it's totally acceptable to walk straight into a girl's CHANGING room, I still do not know to this day.

I rolled my eyes and sighed aggravatingly. No point in wasting my breath over an immature perverted eighteen year old, so I simply dropped the idea of ever starting a fight and stomped over to the door.

"Has anyone ever told you–" He began to say one of his lame idiotically flirtatious pick-up lines.

"Sorry, Shirogane." I forcibly removed his bare shoulder from the door like a massive vehicle brake, causing him to fly away and almost topple over himself to the floor. Something I'd love to see- "But duty calls."

The shrill of teenage girls and the chattering of their annoying dates grew louder and louder as I closed in on the crowd. Arriving at the top of the stairs and drawing a fake smile on my face as I walked into the serving room, I mentally groaned at the sight of nearly fifty-sixty school students.

This was going to be a long day...

I picked up several menus by the counter and greeted Lettuce and Pudding with a bow and a smile before I twirled around some tables and swatted the menus unpleasantly hard on people's tables.

One guy had the nerve to 'order' a redheaded maid in barely any clothes. Grrr..

The last of the menus bunched together in my hand were thrown back towards the counter and, like the guilty sports failure I appeared to show, most of them had missed the edge and fluttered in a messy heap on the floor... whoopsie!

Luckily, Pudding never witnessed my bad aim or accident and stared long and hard at the floor, wondering which direction they had came flying in – since, you know, they all spread out randomly on the opposite side of the counter and was hard to tell which way. She then slightly shrugged her shoulders and bent down to collect them all together, anyway. Aww~

"You SO need to work on your eye-to-hand coordination, girly."

I spun around to the voice of a dangerously good-looking boy.

"What do you want?" I frowned disappointingly at him.

His emerald-green hair, somewhat slick and smooth, flopped over his golden yellow eyes and I nearly shivered at the look of his smug permanent grin.

"Good thing you asked." He slowly folded away the baby-pink menu again and put it down in the middle of the small round table, his eyes never leaving me. "I'd like a–"

"I actually DON'T want to know." I rudely interrupted and shot out a palm towards his direction to illustrate my lack of interest.

"But isn't this what you call a cafe?" The boy asked nonchalantly, his calm tone of words so... calm, that it was infuriating me. "Last I checked, you should be running around in your cute little apron and taking the orders of your beloved, truly great-looking and favourite customer."

Oh. My. God. Was he referring to himself because if so, then I won't complain in punching him straight in the chest.

Or maybe the face which might do him better.

"May I suggest in our new line of sugar-coated slaps or perhaps our all-time best selling kick in the shin?"

"How about a kiss on the cheek, instead?" He cleverly turned the conversation around while landing a finger on one of his perfectly smooth and pale cheeks.

"Aaaargh!" I screamed much to my frustration, causing a few couples to stop and stare at me. "Just tell me what you want, already!"

"Hmm... The weather is quite warm so I guess I'd settle for something cold."

My heavy angered eyes pierced into his annoying-but-cute face with so much menace I could literally split him in half. I waited evermore than patiently for his long awaited answer.

"...Oh. The usual."

I HAD to turn around at that point because if I spent one more second around him, I swear I might flip a table over. No joke.

How much more annoying could one single gorgeous schoolboy get?

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