"You're really catching onto the job fast, Misaki!" "You think so?" I flashed Satsuki a smile. "The customers love you! You're going to be a favourite soon," she cooed. "Oh, I don't know about that," my hand modestly waved through the air. "Misaki! There's someone at the door; can you deal with him? My hands are full," Sayu hollered out to me from the kitchen. "Sure thing!" With a wave at Satsuki, I went to greet the patron. "Welcome home, Mast-…."

My sing-song sentence trailed off when I saw him at the front door. Him! The same "him" I've been seeing a lot lately. The boy from school wasn't smiling when he saw me, but it was very clear that he was here to see me…. for some reason. I had to give myself a mental kick to snap out of it. No, that's probably not true; why would he be here to see me, after all? That doesn't make any sense, we don't even know each other's names. Remembering that he was a customer, I tried to be as polite as possible. I promptly sat mystery man at a table in my section and served him coffee. While I maintained a professional distance, I couldn't help but notice that his eyes literally never left me. He was watching me… again, for some unknown reason. It didn't bother me, more so confused me. And I wasn't the only one who saw.

"Hey, Misaki! Is he your boyfriend or something?! He's been staring at you the entire time!" Satsuki excitedly rushed over to my side as I went to get tea for another one of my patrons. "What? No, he's not my boyfriend. I don't know who he is." "Really? He seems to like you; you've never seen him before?" "Well, we did run into each other twice earlier, but I've never actually spoken to him. I don't even know his name; only that we go to the same school." "Huh, that's weird," her hand rested on her chin on a thoughtful manner. "Maybe he likes the food here," I offered a pitiful alterative. But she merely shook her head.

"No, I've never seen him before either. This is the first time he's been in the café." "Really?" I glanced back out to my section of the restaurant. As expected, he was sneaking peeks in our direction, albeit in a sly, almost charming sort of way. Satsuki grinned and nudged me in the ribcage. "See? He's definitely interested in you." "No, that's impossible." "Huh? Why?" And I hesitated for a moment. "Because I don't think boys see me like that." "Why not?" "Men are real dicks… dicks that only want to use you for sex or money." "Just a feeling….."

Satsuki considered this for another moment, humming to herself. "I dunno, Misaki. He looks pretty uh…." "Pretty what?" I blinked back at her startled. "Well, it's his eyes really. They just look so… worried, you know?" "Worried? Worried about what?" This genuinely puzzled me. "Probably worried about you," her gaze slid over to me. "Me?! Why would he be worried about me? He doesn't even know me. Wait; do I look like there's something wrong?" "No! Well, I don't think so, but you know how boys are." "Not really….." Grandpa's never usually worried about me; it's always the other way around with him. Her hand gave a casual wave. "Oh, don't worry about it. Boys are weird." "Yeah….." I couldn't help but glance back at him. Our eyes met once more and his lowered onto mine. Worried? Did he look worried? Worried about me in particular? Why? My eyes softened on his for the first time. I just don't get it…..