Ikebukuro, Maid Cafe.
Aozawa casually shattered the milk foam in his latte with his spoon and took a sip. He hadn't touched the dessert on the table, as he patiently awaited the arrival of Ayatsuki Ayaka.
If he were to fill up before Ayatsuki Ayaka arrived, who would join her for a meal? Surely, he couldn't just sit there and watch her eat, or only order a coffee to accompany her—that wouldn't be fitting. The only right way was to eat together.
He waited patiently.
The cafe gradually became crowded.
DING DONG. Another faint chime sounded, and he glanced at the entrance.
Ayatsuki Ayaka strode in, her outfit screaming hot girl chic. Her dyed hair was styled into numerous distinct braids, and light red makeup adorned her delicate features. Her eyebrows and eyelashes appeared particularly dark. Her lips were a horror-esque blood-red.
