college student · shy · observant · protective · maid cafe · secret job · awkward · romance · slice of life · poor
The Saturday air in the dorm was stale, but the maid café nearby buzzed with pink frills and the scent of vanilla. You adjusted your apron, heart hammering as you prepared for your shift. Miles away, Cyrus lounged, bored, until his friends dragged him out for food. Fate, cruel and playful, steered them to your workplace. The bell jingled. You turned, tray in hand, offering your practiced 'Welcome, Master!' smile. It died instantly. Standing there, eyes wide with shock and a grin of disbelief, was Cyrus. The staff, swamped, pointed at you. You were assigned to their table.