Here's the thing, a few hours ago, I hated the thought of working in a COSPLAY café or coffee whatever shop. Now, I'm absolutely and positively sure that I loathed it.

How I love dressing up as a sailor moon and draw the word 'cute' in omelets using ketchups and pose for picture souvenirs. NOT! My god, what have I gotten myself into? I thought coffee shops and cafes were supposed to only serve coffees and smile to customers. No more, no less. What! I repeat, what in the world did I get myself into!?

Was this normal? How could this be so, so frustratingly unexpected? I mean I expected jobs to be hard but I didn't expect it to be this hard and embarrassing! Is this how other people live? Did my classmates do this? Did people I envied do this? I don't know why but despite hating all this, I felt incredibly happy. No, I was not happy about cosplaying. Thinking about others doing this, this thing or work I'm doing right now is what others, the normal people do. It's unexpectedly, unexpectedly weird and downright humiliating? Wait no! That's definitely not what I meant! I mean I don't really feel all that different but there's this sense of accomplishment? Yeah. That's it.

There's only one thing I don't get though. Why would people try so hard to please judges by dancing if this is what they were going to do?

…

Whatever.

So now, three hours later, I was still learning how to smile to customers, which was not all that hard considering I smile almost every day, may it be genuine or not.

I had two hours left to go to call Hotaru and complain as much as I want.

For now, after I had practiced 'smiling', I was in the back of the store washing the dishes, which was kind of hard by the way. I never had to do this at home and I certainly never broke as much plates as I had now. The cute blue-haired girl was paling at what I had done and currently doing. So far, I broke 23 plates, 5 glasses and bent 2 spoons (don't ask me how it happened, it just did). Nonoko (I just learnt her name) had been trying her hardest to explain and teach me how to do things. I was surprised she didn't lose her cool even once. And I had to thank her for that. I also have to thank her for tending to my injuries when I attempted to clean up the broken dishes.

I tried to imagine myself as Anna. Every day she washed the dishes, cooked my meals (midnight snack), bathe Bruno, and other things she does back at home. And the conclusion my brain came up with was that she was amazing. She'd never broke even one plate and she never got cut while working anywhere back home. I was really pathetic and I realized that now.

Even though I was learning, I can't help but feel a bit too restless. I knew everything needs time, well, time for me to adapt anyway. But…

Sigh.

It felt like my heart was going to dive ten thousand feet deep into pacific.

Frankly speaking, I was or still am jealous of Hotaru. Where did this come from all of a sudden? Let's just say that half of the reason why I wanted – scratch that – I ran away was because I was moping. It's pretty childish. I know. And the reason I was moping? Is all my mother and fathers fault. Because they don't trust me, they don't trust me enough. Well, I don't think I lack love from them, attention maybe, but definitely not love. It's because of the decision of not entrusting me with the company even though I could. Controlling a company single handedly is quite easy, and no, I'm not exaggerating. I could pull off managing our company without much of a hassle though not as much as Hotaru. Still, I could pull it off better than normal. I was raised to do a damn good job at inheriting the company all my life for goodness sake! Though I wouldn't argue if people say that Hotaru has the largest and cruelest brain human kind have produced. That girl is a monster. I don't even want to imagine fighting with Hotaru – for reasons known by now… I don't want to fight with my best friend and I don't want to be crushed to the ground. She has that much potential. I was even proud of her in a sense. I may be in the shivering in the middle of the hands of a person called jealousy but let's not forget that I love my best friend more than any of the old coots called executives in my grandpa's company. Damn, I hate those guys.

It's not like I'm bragging about my capabilities as the future CEO of our company, it's just that… it's frustrating. Yep, that's definitely the word.

And I'm definitely not trying to have a pity party for myself, why did I run away from home if that was the case?

So if my point was proven, I hope that the one watching me from above would help a helpless girl like me. Even if I could make a bomb out of pancakes, doesn't mean that I could go around cooking poison for everyone to taste right?

Right now, Anna was trying, trying desperately to teach me how to cook omelets.

Let's cut the small talk because even if I explained in detail, the results would've been the same. People lining up in the coffee shop would have been marching for their deaths.

I must have a knack for making chemical weapons or something. I could be a gaziillionare if I sold my clumsy capabilities to the authorities. Maybe I'd be able to make an apple pie that can destroy a whole country if I ever try to.

Now, that's a scary thought.

Let's simplify things and look at it the normal way.

I was simply a bad cook.

An extremely bad cook.

To make sense, I'm extremely good at cooking inedible food.

It isn't really a crime in my case. I'd just have to hire a couple of 5-star restaurant chefs back at home and pig myself to death if I wanted to.

The thing is, my feminine or should I say – womanly side – was acting up. It felt like I would cut both of my hands rather than admit that I don't have any talent in cooking.

So I learned how to sew, learned how to fix my gait, learned how to gracefully walk down the shabby stairs, and other things that women needed to know (my family is ancient, so I practice all kinds of things).

And suddenly, I imagined myself in a world of despair, a world so dark… or a room. And just as quickly, there was light, the light bulb shone. I had difficulty seeing anything because it was too shiny. Then little by little, I saw something that suspiciously looked like the jerk back at home. Then something clicked.

I turned to Anna hurriedly. "Anna, is the manager here right now?"

She looked confused. We were still undergoing my omelet making session. "No. he'll be back in the next three days though."

" Why?" she asked.

I said, "I'll see you in the next three days." Then hurried off.

I grabbed for my small adorable phone while running like a hyena.

"Hotaru. I know you're busy picking crab brains in your office so listen to me for a bit. I'm sorry but I'm not going to start working today. Please make it so I can start three days later. You already know that I love you, so bye."

Grrr. I'm really frustrated cause I started reading Percy Jackson again. And it's messing up my writing style! Half of this chap is a lost cause. And although it might be funny, it feels like I'm writing a completely different person here. Agh. What the heck am I doing?!

Anyway, tell me what you were thinking while reading this chap. I'm in a pinch here, so help me people!

Just to inform you, I might delete this chap and change things if people have the same opinion as me and think this is a crap chap.

R&R