*Dearest Ginny, today I decided to post some of your fanfic up because I was bored. I hope you like it because I am suffering. Do you hear that, SUFFERING! Psh- make me work off my debt with a fic. Ginny is meeean. :P *

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"You serve them," said Hayako. Though Miya had only been working at the coffee shop for a few months, she knew Hayako had the tendency to twirl her hair around her finger when she was nervous. It drove her crazy to no end.

"Why me?" shot back Miya, staring apprehensively at table three. "They're sitting in your section."

"You're the newest," said Hayako as though the answer were obvious.

Mia wanted to glare at her. There were times Hayako could be a real self- righteous bitch. She always pulled out the seniority card when she wanted her way. Like working at this dive for ten years was something she should be proud of, Miya retorted in her head. Instead of voicing opinions that would get in her trouble, she continued to politely refute Hayako's claims. "It doesn't matter, they're sitting at your table. That makes you their server."

"Hey," a voice barked out from that very table. "Can we get some fucking service here?"

Before Miya could act, Hayako gave her a little shove and disappeared into their back room. Bitch, thought Miya once again, as she forced herself to gather the nerve to approach the table occupied by the small group of girls. "Can I help you?" she hoped her voice was much steadier then her knees.

One of the females had malicious look on her face as she eyed Miya up. "Took you long enough."

Don't panic, don't panic, Miya breathed deeply into her head. They were in a public place so they couldn't attack her. Right? "I'm sorry ma'am," she said, trying to temper the urge to flee.

As though the previous speaker read her thoughts, she casually stood up and invaded Miya's personal space. "I don't like waiting," her voice was low and threatening.

A pretty blonde with a white surgical mask covering the bottom half of her face sighed. "Stop fooling around, Yuna. Just get what you want and leave her alone."

The girl who had been harassing Miya up to a second ago narrowed her eyes and looked at the blonde with obvious anger and resentment. "Don't tell me what to do Uotani. You think because Kai asked you back you can come here and order me around?"

"No," her face was impassive as she answered the brunette. "I can tell you what to do because I can kick your ass. Now shut up, sit down and stop wasting my time." She looked up at Miya from her menu. "Just get us plain coffee."

"Yes ma'am." Miya inwardly cringed as she saw the other girl seethe in anger. She looked like she was about to attack the blonde girl so Miya took this as her cue to edge away from the table.

"Yuna."

Discreetly Miya looked at the girl who just spoke. She had shoulder length black hair and like the rest, her eyes were darkly rimmed with black eyeliner. Her eyes were soulfully large, dark brown pupils that could have belonged to a puppy. Unlike the others, she had a small tattoo on the outside corner of her right eye that distinguished her as the leader of their group. Looking up at the girl she called Yuna, her voice was filled with a simple authority and she quieted her was a look.

"Whatever," said Yuna. Her voice was acidic and she roughly kicked down her chair before leaving the now deathly quiet shop. The small bells on the door chimed as the door swung furiously on its hinges.

After a moment, the conversation in the store began to resume.

"You shouldn't provoke her."

Miya resumed her eavesdropping from a safe distance after she deposited the order to Kana. Though the girls scared the hell out of her, she was curious by nature and couldn't help herself from listening in on their private conversation.

Miya studied them from behind the coffee machine. The blond girl called Uotani was pale, eyes a light blue that contrasted greatly with unnaturally thick lashes and harsh black outlining her eyes. Miya estimated they were both still in their mid to late teens, the heavy makeup not quite able to conceal the youthfulness of their faces.

"I don't owe her anything," the blonde said. She flicked a strand of hair away from her eye and looked meaningfully at the girl with black hair.

"I didn't ask you back so you could isolate me from my gang."

"I know why you asked me back," she replied. "And we both know Yuna is going to have a problem with me no matter what I do. She doesn't like me. As long as I'm around, she'll find some reason to pick a fight."

"Do you blame her?"

"Not really. I can't very well blame her for being and idiot. Though, someday she's going to do something dangerously stupid. She's a liability you should cut loose before her sheer idiocy gets the better of her and the people around her."

"She's been with us for years," the black haired female answered dryly. "Though I know how hard it is for you to grasp the concept of loyalty."

"I'm here now, aren't I," she said. "What more could I give you, Kai?"

The black haired girl was quiet as she contemplated her companion.

"Miya." So enraptured with the conversation, she didn't hear the footsteps creeping up behind her and the voice that hissed her name right behind made her jump in surprise.

"You scared me half to death," she said after she composed herself and her heart started beating at a normal rate. She turned to look at Hayako waiting impatiently with two cups in her hand.

"For them." She nodded towards the table Miya had been spying on. "Creepy, aren't they," Hayako commented.

Mia nodded her head. Hayako had a way of overpowering other people's views and Mia always found it easier to agree with anything the opinionated waitress had to say, rather then risk involving herself in one of Hayako's 'lectures'.

"Why can't they go somewhere else," she continued to complain. "This neighborhood is going to hell. I remember when we first started there were never such customers."

Mentally Miya urged Hayako forward, wanting to get back to the girls at the table. "Maybe you should give them their order," Miya cut in after a minute. "Their coffee is getting cold."

Hayako looked at the cups in her hands in surprise, realizing she had been talking for some time. Wrinkling her nose in consternation, she shoved the cups in Miya's hands. "You do it. It doesn't look good to the customer to switch servers."

Right, Miya mocked Kani in her head. She had expected an answer somewhat along those lines and deftly received the coffee mugs. "Of course," she mumbled respectfully. Turning around, she was disappointed to find the table vacant.

"Chh." Miya could hear Kani's voice from her spot. "Just like those gangsters, cause a disturbance and leave without paying. Really, someone should find a way to control those criminals."

Miya looked at the door wondering what the two girls had been talking about. It was unlikely she'd ever find out. The bells on the door chimed once more and she saw a perfectly ordinary customer enter the coffee shop. She recognized him as one of the regulars. He tipped well.

Before she could move towards him, Kani beat her and was ushering him into her section.

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