"Umm, welcome to cafe Mew, how many am I seating?"

"Just the two of us, obviously." The girl replied snottily.

"Alright, please follow me. We have some tables here in the back-"

"We need to be in the front." The other girl said hastily. "I need to be as close to the exit as possible."

I looked at the girl, taking in her rich, private school uniform. "Right this way then." I took the two girls to a free table that I had yet to clear and started to clean it up quickly, picking up the empty cups and plates. "Sorry for the wait." I apologized, showing the clean table for them to sit.

The first one stared down at the table, then looked up at me, scowling. "You want us to sit here? A dirty table."

I looked at the table and it was perfectly clean. "What's wrong with it?"

"Crumbs!" The second girl squeaked. "There are crumbs, on the table!"

I slowly exhaled out my nose. "But this is the only table that's in the front. As you can see, there aren't any more front tables."

The first girls just stared at me like I was retarded. "Do you know who I am?" She demanded.

"A well appreciated customer." I told her, shifting the pile of plates in my arms.

"Not anymore." The girl said. "Come on Adele, we're leaving."

The second girl looked back at me at smiled slyly. "And you would have gotten such a nice tip." She said sweetly, running after her retreating partner.

I breathed fast through my nose and stormed off into the kitchen. I tore my apron off, harshly pulled my hair back into a pony tail and plunged my hand into steaming hot water. I scrubbed roughly at the plates and put them down hard on the drying rack.

"Aggravating customer?"

I looked back at Keiichiro who had given me a few moments to cool down. "Yeah. Two very snobby private school students who wanted a specific spot that was full."

"Where'd they want to sit?"

"Right in the front of the store. And the only table that wasn't occupied had crumbs. Crumbs!" I slammed my hands down at the bottom of the sink and water splashed up at me.

"Don't take it out on the dishes. You don't want to break one."

I wiped a line of soapy water off my cheek and leaned against the counter. "This is the third time today. When are you going to get over the fact that I have zero customer appeal?"

Keiichiro just shook his head and looked back up at her. "You really don't like working as a waitress?"

I nodded fervently.

"Then how good are you in the kitchen?"

"A fair hand. Did you see the fruit I cut up last time?"

He nodded. "They were expertly cut. Where'd you learn?"

"My Mom loved cooking, though she wasn't very good at it. So when I helped her, I did the cutting, preparing and measuring while she stirred or handled hot pans."

"Ever done pastries?"

"My specialty." I said with a smile.

"You're hired."

"And, since I'm working back here with you, do I have to wear the apron outfit?" I asked, holding a flap of the skirt out with disgust.

He laughed loudly. "No, but you do have to wear some kind of uniform. Go find Ryou and ask for the men's uniform."

I nodded happily, racing toward the stairs that Keiichiro had pointed out. Running up, I counted out the third door on the right and knocked.

There wasn't an answer, but someone let out a grumbling snore. Curious, I opened the door that lead into Ryou's room.

The room it's self was plain. Very organized with a computer, dresser and a bed. On the bed, Ryou lay sprawled out in his boxers. He let out another rumbling snore and I could have sworn I felt it through the floor.

I looked around the room and found a discarded pillow. Picking it up, I swung my arm with the pillow up and threw it.

With an audible poof, the pillow landed hard on his head. Ryou shot up, looking very bewildered until his eyes focused on me. He opened and closed his jaw, trying to say something but failing miserably. "You snore. Did you know that?"

He stared at me, slack jawed and picked up the pillow, a fire glowing in his blue eyes. "Out!" He roared, launching the pillow at me.

It missed but a second followed quickly after. It hit me in the face, as mine had hit him, and left me very befuddled for a moment. Ryou made it off the bed and stalked toward me.

I squeaked a surprise and ran out the room, closely followed by Ryou. I bound down the stairs, taking them two at a time and out into the kitchen. I ducked behind Keiichiro and used him as a shield.

Ryou reached around Keiichiro with surprisingly long arms and gripped my arm. With a tug he pulled me away from Keiichiro but he grabbed my waist, keeping me at a safe distance from the angry Ryou. "What's wrong?" He asked.

"He woke me up." Ryou growled, tightening his grip on my arm.

"Keiichiro told me to." I defended.

"I did, to an extent, Ryou. Don't blame her fully."

"She threw a pillow at me!" He growled.

"Would you have preferred I woke you up by shaking your shoulder, Boxer Boy?"

He opened his mouth to yell back, but he then realized he really was in his boxers. A deep blush spread across his face and on his neck. He let me go roughly and stalked back up the stairs.

"I said ask him, not wake him up. Did you really throw a pillow at him, though?"

"I didn't want to touch him. Very weird. Did you know he snores?"

"I live with him." Keiichiro said, letting go of my waist. "You'll have to work in the skirt for now, but I can get you your new uniform tomorrow."

"Perfect." I said happily, returning to the dished on a happier note than I originally had.