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No. This is unthinkable. Now is not the time to loosen up, it is not appropriate for a brunette to behave this way. She is already an adult, so you need to solve problems, and not run away from them. In any case, it is worth leaving it for later and getting to work, because the day is not over yet.

After wiping her tears with the back of her sleeve, Misaki breathed deeply, chasing away the nasty lump stuck in her chest. Entering the room quietly and noticing how quiet it had become, Ayuzawa walked into the dining room, noticing the boss standing at a distance:

- Satsuki-san, I'm sorry for being so high-handed, I promise it won't happen again,- the waitress said with a low bow, waiting for a reprimand.

- What are you, my dear, you are not to blame for anything,- Misaki looked at her mistress in surprise. - I should have put Honoka in her place right away, as soon as she started pushing on you. Forgive me, I've already talked to her, but you yourself understand how tight it is with her, you don't understand the limits at all ... But who else will accept her with such a character, - the woman's palm awkwardly ruffled a mop of violet hair, and the expression on her face spoke of full remorse. - Okay, I won't keep you, it's time to get to work. Well, if you can, of course, now ...

- What are you, Satsuki-san, of course I can! It's all right, personal situations should not affect the worker's performance, - as if reading a line from the rules, the brunette blurted out hotly, lighting up with the same Misaki was out the door to the customers, Satsuki called out to her, making the girl freeze in place with one sentence:

- Oh, and yes, there, by the way, Takumi came, sits and waits for you to serve him,- the owner of the cafe said with a radiant smile and a loving aura around.

With the illusory heart fluttering somewhere in her throat, the junior waitress swallowed as if pushing it back into place. Smoothing out the non-existent folds on her apron and straightening her cap, which had moved a little to the side due to an early brawl, she calmed down, pulled herself together, and with perfect posture pushed the door to the main cafe.

Searching with golden eyes among the many guests for a light impudent crown, Misaki nevertheless noticed her in the favorite place of the blond, who from year to year sat only at this table by the window. While she was decorously defiling towards him, the girl's heart beat faster with every step, but immediately stopped for a second, as soon as the burning eyes of the brunette crossed gaze with inquisitive emerald ones.

- Welcome home, master, - Misaki murmured, bowing, not expecting it herself. - What will you order today? - As soon as she raised her honey eyes to Takumi, the girl's skin was covered with goosebumps. And why is her body reacting so strangely to it?

Carefully watching the blond, she gave him a slight smile, noticing how the youth's eyes opened a little wider.

- Hello, Misa-chan. And you, as I can see, are in a good mood today, - Usui greeted her approvingly, carefully examining the waitress from head to the mood, Misaki shrugged, images of today's conflict surfaced in her head ... Who would have thought that when she saw her lover, she would forget about it for a couple of minutes.

- Are you okay, Misaki? Something happened? - Takumi asked softly and carefully, trying to make contact with his lover's eyes, but it didn't work out, only a shake of his head was his answer.

Light eyebrows moved slightly to the bridge of the nose, it would be problematic to sort things out in such a crowded place now, now Usui has only one thing left: to somehow distract the girl.

- Will my personal maid take orders from me, or will she become one herself? I don't mind you tasting it…- Whispering sweetly seductively so that only the blushing waitress could hear it, Takumi smiled triumphantly, seeing the fruits of his efforts.

- What were you thinking about? Pervert with antennas, will you take it as usual, or should I send you to your home planet? - it already got better, according to the young man, the silky skin instantly became ruddy, and his eyes shone. He liked her much better this way.

— As usual, strawberry parfait and something to your taste. Of course, it is desirable for you, well, at least a bit... - instantly having received a savory slap on the back of the wheaten head, the guy almost bit his tongue, deciding to keep quiet and wait for the order.

- Very well, I hope the lord is pleased with the service? - Misaki asked impudently as if nothing had happened after such a number.

- But how could it be otherwise, my dear demoness, everything is as usual, at the highest level,- Usui said mischievously in the end, looking into the girl's eyes, again looking for at least some clues. Misaki bowed again and retired to the kitchen to hand over the order to the chefs.

The young man relaxed, leaning back on the soft sofa, and closed his eyelids. He perfectly saw her mood. Something definitely happened and Misaki didn't want to talk about it, maybe something serious. Most likely, the former president will not tell him anything, but it's worth trying, and if it doesn't work out, then he will have to take it to Satsuki-san.

As long as it didn't have to do with Aoi, the owner's nephew, who had been bothering Misaki so much about her clothes and femininity. But if it wasn't him, then the problem might be with the bit... the head waitress, Honoka. It will be harder to talk to her, but somehow, Takumi can't stay away.

As if frantic, Misa flew into the kitchen, scaring away the cooks. The blush spread across the face faster than an ink stain, not trying to disappear. Thoughts were confused in a ball, not wanting to take the form of a correctly constructed sentence, there was a noise in my head, and my heart again beat with redoubled force. What's happening? Since when did she have such a heightened reaction to this alien?

Yes, the girl felt the same way before, but now... Was there a feeling of some kind of deceit, understatement, perhaps shame? Her cheeks burned, it hurt, and not like before, barely tingling. Everything was a hundred times more tangible and deeper, and this strange feeling in the stomach, as if a hurricane had risen. It was unpleasant and ball crumbled, the head became empty, a chaotic thought bit into the brain, pressing on him and not giving him rest. Was it because she didn't tell him anything? But before, such reticences hadn't put pressure on her like that... Breaking out of her unpleasant thoughts, quick as sand, Misaki remembered the order. One way or another, but the problems will wait, the main thing now is work.

Having given the order to the dumbfounded cooks, the girl sat down near the counter for the issuance of dishes. Something had to be done about this, too much had piled on her during the day. After massaging her pounding temples, Misaki relaxed as best she could as she waited for her alien to order. Remembering him, she kept thinking about his behavior.

Takumi was always the same as now: calm, gentle, neat, although he mocked her, but loving ... His jokes and sarcastic jokes did not degrade Misaki's dignity, she was only angry, but not for long, on the contrary, it distracted and amused.

Trying to strain her memory, the girl tried to remember what could have changed in him, but found nothing - only that over the years he became more open and friendly, trusted both himself and others more, although he did not find true friends, he had there was only she ... but is it really only she?

Maybe due to the fact that he had no one else, he was bored with everything and everything, especially given the nature of the girl. Leaning back in her chair, she gave up. In theory and in her memory, everything was fine with them, but if Takumi was hiding his displeasure, then what? Misaki didn't want to think about this scenario, it caused an unpleasant bile in her throat.