Sora's POV
"Who told you that you can take off your shirts while serving customers?!" I hissed, dragging the Kens one by one to the back of the café like a furious mother hen ready to peck.
They lined up in front of me, tall, broad, and ridiculously handsome yet all of them suddenly transformed into pitiful, guilty puppies. Heads lowered. Lips pouting. Fingers fidgeting.
If they had tails, they would've been tucked between their legs.
"We only did it because the old ladies requested it for a picture," Tate muttered, glancing up at me with those unfairly pretty eyes.
"And then the table beside them asked too," River added quickly. "And then the next one… and the next one…"
Jeremy scratched the back of his neck. "By the time we realized we were shirtless and just wearing aprons, the people who complained had already walked in."
I stared at them.
"Seriously? That's your defense?" I scoffed, crossing my arms.
Aprons.
Only.
God give me strength.
