Was this true? Was what Zakuro saying true? Was the person that was really sitting here within the café' Japan's very own Princess? She was an international star. She was loved by millions, all over the world? Thinking more clearly about it, Ichigo's mind seemed to trace back to when she first saw the female. Tracing every detail on how she looked within her head, it all fit. It was true. That girl, right out there, who was only a matter of feet away from them, was actually the pop sensation, Zoey Lynn Mei!
"We've done a few projects together in the past. She's a good kid." Zakuro spoke up once more, before heading back out onto the main floor, in order to return back to work.
Lettuce was carrying a tray full of sweets over towards one table, as Pudding approached her with a bright smile. "I'll take care of that for you na no da!" She spoke in a happy, sing-song kind of tone. The little monkey girl was balancing herself on a ball, as she snatched the tray away from the timid girl, with glasses. "Watch me as I perform my greatest trick yet, no da!"
With her cheeks lighting a shade of red, Lettuce's eyes grew wide, as she rose her hands in front of her chest, waving them abck and forth. "P-Pudding. You should be careful… That order is for table number five, so p-please don't drop it." She spoke out nervously. She could feel it in her chest that this was going to turn into a complete disaster.
A platinum blonde haired male had found himself digging into the refrigerator, searching for something to munch on. Finally coming across a parfait, the tanned male, groaned. "Finally." Grabbing a spoon, he glanced at Keiichiro who was cutting a slice of strawberry cake and fixing up some tea and then over towards Ichigo as he spoke up. "Don't think I didn't realize you were late, today, since I was busy taking care of some other things. Stop slacking off. For not being on time, I hope you realize that's coming out of your pay." He stated, bluntly, and left the kitchen.
Oh how he just knew how to push her buttons. But no. She would suck it up. For once she had refused to allow Shirogane-San to get under her skin!
Pudding let out a laugh. "Oh come on, Lettuce~! What could go wrong, no da?" The blonde haired girl, laughed away, not realizing her bosses' presence, as she rolled right back into him. "Oopsie…" Falling onto the floor, Pudding rubbed her head. "Gotta work on my landing, na no da."
Ryou's eyes widened and his fruit parfait went flying into mid-air, half-way across the room, as it landed right onto the superstar. A sweat drop seemed to roll down the side of his head. "Well this is never good. Man… That was the last one, too. Gotta wait until Keiichiro makes some more." He then shot a glare towards Pudding and frowned. "Pudding, how many times have we talked about this? No juggling items in your hands that happens to the customers food, especially when you're doing acrobatic tricks. Now look at this mess. Clean it up, why don't you?"
Pudding grabbed a broom and dustpan, as she bowed her head. "Sorry, Shirogane~! No da…" She whimpered and began to clean up the mess, with the help of Lettuce.
Zoey looked down at her pink tube top as she shook her head. "Man, there's no way I'll be able to head to my meeting looking like this~!" She cried out. Grabbing a napkin she did her best to clean it off.
Approaching the customer, Ryou didn't notice who she was. At least not now. His mind was still lost in thought of how he lost a perfectly wonderful parfait. These girls would one day truly be the end of him. "My deepest apologies for what happened. Your meal with us will be on us, today." Bowing his head respectfully, he nearly cringed at the thought of actually giving away free food, but what choice did he have? If he wanted to keep customers coming back again he's have to give her a free meal.
"That's nice and all, but I have an important business meeting I have to be at! How on earth am I suppose to go looking like this? A free meal won't fix my shirt, will it?" She inquired, with a frusterated tone.
"No. No it won't, but there's nothing I can really do about it. I apologized and the meal is on the house. That's all I can offer, I'm sorry for the inconvenience." He snapped back in her direction.
Now, this was just getting ridiculous. The auburn-brunette flipped her hair over her shoulder and looked down at her shirt. "I'm sure there's a little bit more that you can do~! You don't get it. I have a business meeting, pretty boy. I'm not like any old girl who you might think would let it go so easily, because she'd be flaunting over your half decent looks!"
Half decent? Really? Now that was where the line was drawn. He knew he was very much better looking than just half decent. "Excuse me, but even Greek Gods wish they could be as good looking as I can."
Holding her stomach, the pop princess let out a laugh. "Oh wow. Good one. You really got me there. But whatever helps you sleep at night, buck-o."
Watching the scene unfold from the kitchen, both Ichigo and Keiichiro 's draws had dropped, out of shock. "Oh my…."
"Shirogane. Give it a rest." Zakuro spoke up, stepping in between the bickering two. "Just let it go, alright?"
Glancing over at the purple haired female, who carried such a sophisticated aura to her, the slender brunette's eyes widened. "Zakuro-Sama?" Was this for real? Did Zakuro—a well known famous model actually work here, at this café?
"It's been awhile…" Zakuro allowed the slightest of smiles to tug at her lips.
At that very moment; the idols attention had drawn away from the disaster that had come to her attire, as she froze. "Z-Zakuro-Sama…" It felt like a dream.