Chapter 212: Back to the Cafe (1/2)

Amane bought some gifts that could be left for a while, and did as Daiki said as he went to his classroom to rest. There was a queue far longer than any other class.

He had an occasional look outside during his shift. It was hotter than it was in the morning, This might be due to the good reviews they had.

It was his class, but he was still a customer, so he queued obediently alongside Mahiru. His classmate hurriedly scanned through the namelist at the reception.

“Ah, Fujimiya and the An…Shiina-san. You’re not here to help, right?”

“Too bad we aren’t. I want to be a customer for once. Also to check on Itsuki and Chitose.”

“They’re very lively now. Yeah, sorta.”

“Why are you sounding so vague?”

“I guess it’s because Itsuki’s look frivolous.”

“That’s his signature.”

“Hey.”

Itsuki’s cheerfulness and geniality was something everyone was used to, and his personality would not be erased completely unless something major happened. He would surely participate in such an event seriously, and exhibit his personality. That frivolous attitude was here to stay.

Some students liked how frivolous he was, and he was relatively popular as a butler. After all, it was a student event, and they did not have to act as proper butlers.

“Table for two? It will take a while.”

“Can’t be helped when there’s so many people. We’ll wait…you fine with this Mahiru? Are you tired?”

“I am fine. I-I was just worn out because of that, mentally…”

“You’re the one who stubbornly entered.”

“…I was not stubborn.”

Amane saw the eyes avert him, and had the urge to bully her given how sheepish she was. However, she might pout if he overdid, and thus, he did not continue on.

it’s a promise, we’re going to watch a horror movie, instead, that was what he said. Mahiru faltered, and glared at Amane, who in turn played dumb this time.

Even the reception boy next to them glared at Amane, and said, go somewhere else. Amane however could do nothing about it, and evaded his eyes all the same.

This little interlude passed, and it was finally their turn. The duo followed the staff to their table…and Amane frowned lazily once he saw the two familiar faces before him.

Itsuki and Chitose were in charge as the receptionist had sounded the alarm, surely.

They were beaming, looking a lot more serious than usual. Their cheeks quivered slightly as Amane looked a little displeased.

Amane saw from their expressions that their little prank worked, and his face and lips shook. Of course, he was cringing.

“Welcome back. Sir, Madame.”

“Oy Itsuki, that’s not what it says on the manual.”

It was a maid and butler cafe, but they were to address all visitors as ‘customers’. Amane’s face cringed once he heard them clearly addressing incorrectly.

Mahiru lowered her eyes bashfully, for it seemed the term Madame left her embarrassed.

“No no no, there’s a page customized for you two in this top secret manual. It’s written there.”

“Don’t reject reality and substitute it with your own.”

“Alright alright. Have a seat here.”