Maid Cafe

“So, do you mind telling us what you’ve been up to?”

Umi said harshly towards her friend. Right now, after the commotion has died down, we got invited to a maid cafe in which Kotori worked. Fortunately, her co-workers are pretty welcoming and even they know that Kotori is working two at the same time, though they don’t know that she hasn’t told us yet.

Kotori. who’s receiving Umi’s harsh (but acceptable) words, can only lower her head in both embarrassment and shame. Umi also asked why she suddenly accepted the job to become a maid in the first place.

“It’s… because their outfit… is cute…”

I can hear Umi mentally facepalming at Kotori’s answer, yet she doesn’t speak any more, perhaps she knows that Kotori has always been like this. Kotori also said that the maid costume she made for the previous concert is inspired by maid cafes.

“Oh, yes! We’ve been fans of μ's ever since you guys released your first single!”

“It’s an honor to have a part of our outfit ingrained in your costume!”

Well, I guess it’s fine. At least they aren’t bad guys that **** Kotori into this job. Umi cut Kotori some slack for this time.

“Next time, if you’re doing something like this, at least let us know.”

“Y-Yes, I’m sorry!”

Umi can be terrifying.

The girls rested for a while after the chase and ordered a few things from the menu. I saw some of them ordering parfait, smoothies, even some sweets like crepe. As expected, the maid cafe offered a lot of sweets and popular dishes.

“Master, here is your order.” Kotori said to me while setting down my order, a beef hamburg steak, on the table.

“Come on now, you don’t have to address me as ‘Master’ since we know each other.”

Kotori giggled, “But that’s what we do in the maid cafe.”

I’ll be honest, being called Master, especially by an idol like Kotori kind of sent chills down my spine, not the bad kind though.

I took a bite from my steak before I felt a lot of gazes towards me. The girls are staring at me quite intensely.

“Wh-what is it?”

“It’s nice that guys can just eat whatever they want…” Nico said before looking at her smoothie. “Us girls have to keep watch of our diet, so we can’t just eat whatever.”

The girls looked at their order, and then looked at mine.

“Now I feel bad for ordering this, I feel dejected.”