A café.

You remind her you're working part-time in a café not far from home and depart, not wishing to talk much more to her right now. You're still upset about the underwear prank. How could she cause you so much distress for her own enjoyment?

You're saddened that you have to walk everywhere since you have no car, but luckily, your workplace isn't far from here. Several minutes of walking pass and you already stand outside of the small coffee shop. With a deep breath and a grip of your skirt, you step through the front glass doors. Being outside with people walking past you in this state is embarrassing, but in a small, tight crowd of customers like this, it actually feels worse.

One trip. One loose nail. One pesky child. It won't take much for everybody in this room to discover your naughty secret.

You shake off the thought and realise you can't think like that if you want to make it through this month. A month? You almost forgot this is going to go on for an entire month.

Passing through the staffroom door, you're relieved to find that it's empty. You stock away your belongings into your locker, check your hair in the bathroom mirror, and you're good to go!

A petite girl with short black hair wanders in as you're getting ready to head out. Her name is Tarisa. You've grown to know her kind of well, as she is your co-worker. She's kind enough to talk with through the chaos of making people's caffeinated beverages.

"Hello," she says quietly.

You smile as greet her back.

As you step forwards, your skirt catches on the chair beside you and you nearly trip over. You catch yourself however, but when you look back up to Tarisa, her face is completely red and her hands are covering her mouth in surprise. Your hands tuck down your skirt and you begin to panic. Did she see? You ask her what's the matter as you awkwardly try to leave.

"N--... Nothing," she mutters, slowly stepping towards her locker.