May 9th, 2001.
Misa was confused as to what her next course of action should be.
"Who does that bitch even think she is? She thinks she's just so much better than us, just because guys think she's cute." A girl who was applying some lipstick complained loudly.
"I know right! What do they even see in her?" Unsurprisingly Hana hadn't changed at all in the last two years, Misa never liked her anyway. Nami had thankfully decided to definitely cut ties with the bitch after the whole Kaoru incident.
"I bet she's sleeping with the teachers to get good grades," Misa sighed before getting out of the bathroom cabin to wash her hands, the three girls went tense. "So you're spying on us now? Get a life Amane!" Misa simply dried her hands, ignoring their offended expressions.
"Oi! Answer us!" A manicured hand grabbed her wrist squeezing tightly. Still not answering, she ripped her hand away calmly before exiting the bathroom to meet up Nami at her locker. The bubbly girl greeted her, elbow linking with hers. "What took you so long?"
"Just had to go to the bathroom" She intentionally forgets to mention Hana and her lackeys. "You working after school?" A few months ago, Misa managed to get herself a job as a waitress in a small but popular cafe. This way she could start investing for her future, while her parents had money, you could never be too careful with that type of thing.
Always better to have some the side for unplanned events.
Misa and Nami were in their junior year meaning Light would find his death note in a little less than two years, which meant Misa's parents only had about a year and half left to their lifespan. Misa had already upgraded their security system - who could say no to those puppy dog's eyes of hers? The numbers refused to budge and she was seriously starting to worry.
"Misa!" Snapping out of her toughs, she looked at Nami who was crossing her arms with a raised brow. "You completely zoned out! Everyone has already left you knucklehead."
Looking around, the classroom was indeed empty except for herself and Nami.
"Geez! You barely listen and always manage to get decent grades! It's not fair." Of course, it's not fair. She had already seen all of this. Talking with Nami was as easy as breathing was, natural.
The bright red apron tied around her waist made her look like those girls in maid cafes, even over the plain white shirt and black skirt composing her uniform.
Her hair was tied into a braid and she looked quite good if she did say so herself.
The cafe should be full at this time of the day, people just getting out of school or work often liked to get a treat for a hard day of work, those working a night shift would buy in mass coffee. The place was instead empty, weirdly so. Customers were far-in-between and she was quickly getting bored, she couldn't wait to get home.
The unused tables had already all been cleaned either by her or a co-worker and so she cleaned up the counter for what felt like the hundred time before fetching some coffee for a table that was used.
Working in the kitchen would've been so much more pleasant.
Despite having been employed as a waitress, she had quickly became accustomed to help in the back and switching places with people in the kitchen back and forth.
Baking was what she liked doing the most, it meant doing something she enjoyed and she didn't have to deal with so many bleeding numbers all around her or perverts. While the uniform was decent, it sometimes didn't stop boys from making offensive comments - actual harassment was out of the question because the owner was the scariest woman ever.
That was just common knowledge.
The bell signaling that a customer just had opened the door rang, seeing that the boy supposed to be behind the counter had disappeared, Misa slid behind it with a grin.
"Good afternoon!" She looked up at the customer before freezing. This must be a nightmare, horror settled deep into her stomach, bloody letters haunting her even as she briefly closed her eyelids.
"Will you be taking a table or taking out?" Misa would've broken in tears, for in front of her was Quillsh Wammy better know as Watari in all of his elderly glory.
"Thank you for the kind offer, but I was actually hoping it to talk to the person who baked the pastries this place offered four days ago," she was going to scream.
"You see, my employer ate those pastries and he absolutely adored them. Yesterday I came back here to buy him some more, but when he ate them he swore the taste had changed."
"I doubt I can help you," her smile didn't waver, even when the old man narrowed his eyes on her. "All of our pastries are freshly made and many employees could have baked those at different times during the day."
Maybe she should run away in another country?
"I must insist young lady, he's quite fond of sweets you see and we'd like to buy those exact same treats." The man's appearance betrayed nothing more than a kind grand father, she called bullshit. This man was the devil.
"I can give your number to the owner, she's gone for some business but she'll call you as soon as possible," the skin of her cheeks hurt.
"That won't be necessary Misa, I just came back." Watari's eyes drifted further behind her shoulder, where the sudden voice came from. "Beside I doubt you need my help remembering who baked those." Sarah, the owner from hell said, lips set in a straight line.
"You modified the recipe again didn't you?" The European girl crossed her arms, "I swear I barely added a little more brown sugar and cream because the place was full of kids and I thought they would like it better that way! It didn't taste much different and-"
"You're impossible I swear... you're lucky the clients liked it because if it wasn't the case you would be out of here already." She winced, knowing trampling with recipes like that was more than a bad idea. "Just go bake another batch like you did that day, after all the customer is always right."
"What?! But that will take at least forty minutes are you sure you want to wait that long sir?" She asked praying he would say no and just go away.
"I have all the time you need, do not worry. I will take twenty strawberry cakes as well as fifty of those cookies," At least one of them was happy about this Misa thought looking at a joyful Sarah who led Watari to a table with promises of free coffee.