Today was cat ear day at the café; one of my favourite gimmicks. Grandpa was confused as to why anyone would be attracted to cat ears on a person. "Welcome home, Master!" "I love cat ears." There you go.

Usui had made a habit of visiting me at work every day this week. While we hadn't really spoken to each other properly since back on the rooftop, I had to admit I looked forward to him coming around. I'm one of those people who really believes in not hiding feeling from yourself; I was admittedly cautious about him, but I didn't dislike him. And since we saw each other at work all the time, I felt more at ease around him. It was professional relationship here, after all; he was a customer, just like all my other patrons. But he was one I enjoyed serving.

I brought him his usual coffee and served it to him with a sweet, little bow. He flashed me that classic thin line, low-eyed smile. "Thank you, Misaki." Misaki… Something sounds different about my name when he says it. My lips parted a little before I grinned kindly back to him. "You're welcome, Master. Would you like anything else?" "Not at the moment," he took a sip of his beverage. I bowed once more and went back to Honoka, who was also smiling my way.

"He sure seems to like you." "Who? Usui?" "Usui? Is that his name?" Her grin widened in that knowing fashion. I smiled back at her. "Oh, I don't think he likes me; at least like that. He barely knows me." "But he comes whenever you're on shift. Don't you think that means something?" "I uh…." Huh, I don't know; did it?

"Oh, by the way. Did I tell you we're doing a café for my school's cultural festival?" Unable to think up an answer, I did my best to change the subject. She blinked at me a bit bewildered. "You are? Gasp! Is it a maid café?!" "No," I laughed. "Just a regular café, then?" "No, it's a European café. We're going to serve items from France, Italy, Spain, Belgium, and Holland." "Wow! That sounds like it's going to be amazing!" Her hands clasped together in excitement. "Thank you," I beamed, but that didn't last long. "Boy, you sure like Europe, Misaki." "Ah, y-yeah, I do." "Have you ever been?" "No, not yet." Not yet… Why did I have to say "not yet"? "Oh! Are you planning on going anytime soon?" "Er, well….." I fumbled with the question, not sure if I should out myself to her. She's a co-worker and I trusted her, but…

"But you must be preparing for university now?" Oh my god. I had to force a smile. "Uh, yes… yes, I am," in a sense. "Where are you applying? Here in Japan or do you want to go abroad?" Why is she pushing this? I guess she's just curious and wanted to know for friendship sake; no ill-will of course. It was completely awkward for me, though I did my best not to show it. "I uh… well I want to go to a good school," I replied half-truthfully; Amsterdam was a very good school indeed. She nodded in a comprehensive manner. "Of course you do, and there's lots of good schools out there." "Ah, yes?" "I'm sure you'll get in, probably to several universities." But…. I've only applied to one and will only applied to one.

During the whole time we were talking off to the side, I failed to notice that someone had been eavesdropping on our private conversation. He had been drinking his coffee and listening.