Disclaimer: I do not own Sailor Moon or the characters within.
AN: This is the first series I plan on doing for Sailor Moon. I've taken elements from one of my favorite Korean dramas, Coffee Prince and made them my own. This is not an adaptation of the drama and will not have a similar storyline. Clearly this is an AU story and not set in the canon Sailor Moon universe. I hope you will enjoy and all your comments are welcome.
Coffee Princess
First Cup
Ever since Mamoru could remember he had loved Coffee.
There was something so warm and inviting about the whole experience. From preparation to consumption everything about coffee soothed him. His parents always seemed to have a coffee cup in hand and he grew to love the smell. When they died it was only the scent of a rich roast that could comfort him from the agonizing loneliness he felt.
After he was discharged from the orphanage he made his way by working odd jobs. Some days he would help deliver food or newspapers, other days he did construction – but on his nights off he would go to his favorite coffee place and watch the baristas prepare drinks. Soon he discovered he had a knack for making coffee, but he wasn't the type that coffee shops were interested in hiring. So he stuck to working the occasional outdoor coffee cart.
Eventually, times got tough and odd jobs just weren't cutting it. He needed a solid job and he needed it fast. That was when his "best friend" Motoki got him an interview with a new, but popular coffee shop. He'd said there was a small catch but Mamoru didn't care. He needed the money badly and any job was better than no job. Never once did he imagine that he would end up working…like…like this.
"Mamoru! Mamo-Chan!" An odangoed blonde named Usagi smacked him upside the head playfully with a serving tray. "Table five wants a refill and Mako-Chan says your dress is crooked!"
Giggling, he had managed to develop a convincing giggle, he nodded and tugged at his skirt with disdain. "Sorry Usagi-Chan! This fabric just won't sit still!"
Picking up his serving tray he sauntered femininely over to table five. Using his perfectly manicured hand to flip back a strand of his long, black hair he winked at the customers and bent over to collect their cups. It was this position that allowed one of the occupants of the table to slap him neatly on the backside.
"Kind of flat aren't you, beautiful?"
No. This wasn't what Mamoru had had in mind for a job at all.