Misaki hurried off of the bus, combing her hair back with her fingers in a rush as she pushed through the crowd of people on the street. It was almost six, she had overworked herself in the student council room and had become oblivious to the time as she sorted through her paperwork. Her shift begins at six on the dot and it was almost five till and she wasn't even in uniform. Her brow was furrowed and she swore under her breath as she reached the ally way behind Maid Café. As she barged through the door she was suddenly pulled forward and saw the purple head of her manager, Satsuki and heard a squeal.

"Misaki! You're almost 10 minutes late, aren't you usually the punctual one around here?" Satsuki complained as she ushered Misaki into the changing room. But of course, in a matter of seconds her sweet demeanor kicked in and she merely smiled and went back to the customers.

Misaki sighed and smiled slightly at her manager as she slipped into her maid uniform. Misaki definitely wasn't the type of girl to work in a Maid Café, but when she was only a small child her father abandoned her mother and two sisters and left them to take care of a large debt. Minako Ayuzawa, her mother, therefore had to take on multiple jobs to support the family, as did Misaki and the place who could accommodate with the hours between school and home was Maid Café.

Completely lost in thought, Misaki didn't hear Honoka, another Maid Café employee, shout her name from the other room, "Misaki! You're shift has started."

Misaki immediately jumped to her feet and headed for the door when she was interrupted by Honoka, "Oh Misaki, by the way," she said in a sweet tone, that was slightly laced with malice, "please take this job a little more seriously, kay?" Misaki shivered at her tone, and quickly agreed, pondering on Honoka's apparent dual personality.

Misaki's shift ended after dozens of customers and rice omelets that she wrote 'love' on with catsup and fake smiles. It was almost 10 and she was left to close the shop. She shut off the lights and headed out the back door into the ally way, happily changed into her plain jeans and black tee shirt. She shifted her bag over her shoulder and turned to leave when she caught the slight scent of mint and rammed into someone.

"Who's there, idiot!" She barked, hiding her shock with anger. A light chuckle followed her words and she saw the form of a tall, lean man standing a couple feet away with his arms crossed leaning against the ally wall.

"Idiot, eh? How can you know if I'm an idiot or not?" a cool, low voice murmured, sounding highly amused.

Misaki judged from the sound of his voice he was around her age, or maybe a bit older. She didn't know what he wanted, but she was irritated by his tone. She continued walking, and shouted over her shoulder, "Anyone who's lurking in an ally way has got to be an idiot!"

"So, you're not even going to ask who I am?" He asked her in a playful tone.

"Who would ask a perverted stalker what their name was, idiot?" She yelled, continuing to walk away. She walked for about five minutes without hearing anything and took the chance to peek over her shoulder. She relaxed as she thoroughly scanned the area and decided he must be gone.

What an idiot! What did he want anyway, meeting me in that ally way…? It was probably just a coincidence and he was messing with me.

Thoroughly reassured, Misaki walked on and forgot about him all together, until the next day…

Misaki was assisting a customer after school and was extremely exhausted from her student council president duties, for she had beaten up a group of boys that day who decided to come to school shirtless.

I hate boys! They're so useless, disgusting, and vile!

She was furiously thinking about all the useless things boys did, when a jingle from the door meant a customer had entered. Misaki turned around and put on a smile, her skirt flowing over her pale knees and she simpered, "Welcome, Mast – "

She froze, as she recognized that tall, lean figure and teasing voice that chuckled from the ally the previous night, "What a cute café, can I be seated?"