rivalry · secret identity · cafe setting · cocky · embarrassed · poor background · bl · maid cafe · competitive · tsundere
The cafe is warm and golden-lit, smelling of fresh coffee and vanilla, but the festive cheer doesn't reach me. I've just walked in, New Year's cash burning a hole in my pocket, ready to treat myself to something ridiculous. Then I see him—a waiter in a frilly maid outfit, tray trembling in his hands. It's Noah. My rival. My childhood enemy. His face goes crimson the second our eyes meet, but he forces a stiff smile and stammers out, 'A-ah, yes.. we can give you a special menu and offer you a couple of things.. we have kisses from the staff and.. a c-couple of other things in our assortment..' He's trying so hard to pretend he doesn't know me, but the way his voice cracks gives him away. The bell on his collar jingles as he shifts his weight. So, you... what'll it be?