Welp; here I am again.

Gaara peered at the green crest stamped on the awning of the coffee shop.

I went from Kazekage to a minimum wage employee…I like it!

He glided into the door, this time practicing caution as to not knock down the infamous coat rack, and made his way toward the kitchen. As he glanced around the kitchen he was shocked to find Yiko sprawled on the floor, unconscious.

Is she okay?

Just as he was about to call out for someone's help Shikamaru materialized beside him, "Again?" he moaned dejectedly, "Don't worry; she does this almost everyday. Luckily for us there's not that many customers here this morning."

He kneeled and whispered into her elf-like ears with a simper on his lips. She jerked awake screaming, "Who, what, when, where, why?!"

Shikamaru chuckled as Yiko sleepily attempted to raise herself from the ground, falling and sluggishly raising her arms in order to receive help from him; this resulted in him falling over as well.

Gaara smiled inwardly, Geez, they're funny. I better solve this problem though.

Gaara, utilizing his lanky stature, pulled both of the bakers to their feet, and proceeded to mutter hesitantly, "Do you guys…work?"

"We work!" Shikamaru retorted reproachfully as he averted his eyes, "…sometimes..."

"We can start now!" exclaimed Yiko, who was suddenly glowing with energy, "Shikamaru, please show Gaara how to be a good waiter. Gaara, Shikamaru will lead the wa-"

"Hey! You're not going to manipulate me into doing all the work." Shikamaru glared at her, "We share the responsibility."

"So stubborn!" She murmured angrily, "Fine.

" Alright Gaara! The first thing you need is an apron; people like classy servers." Yiko disappeared into a nearby pantry and glided back with an emerald apron folded into a neat triangle. She pinched the ends of the fabric and fanned the apron flat with a flick of the wrist. She then tossed the apron over Gaara's neck and quickly knotted the cords together, dropping a pen and a green notepad into his palms as she did so.

"There! Now you look professional!" She beamed brightly as Shikamaru smirked in approval.

"Yeah, you look nice."

"Shikamaru, where's your apron?"

"Home." He whispered shiftily.

"And why is that?" Her arms assumed their reprimanding position, crossed at her stomach.

"I took it home to wash it and Sanban dozed off on it." He explained.

"Well, it can't be helped." She sighed in disappointment, "Grab a spare from the pantry."

As Shikamaru slinked to the kitchen closet Yiko continued her tutorial, "Here's how it works; you walk around taking people's orders and you give them to me, I'll make the food or coffee and you bring it to them. Shikamaru is in charge of the cash register now so you don't need to ask them to pay. Whether or not you get a tip depends on your service quality," she then whispered surreptitiously, "or a customer's mood.

"Any questions?" Yiko concluded with a gleam.

So I have to talk to people. Maybe this isn't the right job for me.

Just as he was about to speak up Shikamaru, green apron and all, pulled him through the curtain, "Are you ready for your first day at work?"

"…"

"It gets better, trust me." He smirked reassuringly. With that said Shikamaru proceeded to nudge him towards the tables. Being the klutz that he was, Gaara wasn't quite able to catch himself before he smashed into a table and spilled coffee all over himself and the customer at the table.

"I'm so sorry." He muttered sincerely as he pushed himself to his knees and offered his hand to the coffee-covered character.

The quiet voice then exclaimed softly, "N-n-no! I-it's m-my fault!"