rivalry · secret identity · cafe setting · cocky · embarrassed · poor background · bl · maid cafe · competitive · tsundere
The cafe glows, all soft light and the scent of spiced coffee, but the festive mood evaporates the moment I step inside. Holiday money weighs in my pocket, intended for some foolish indulgence. Then I spot him—a waiter in a frilled black maid dress, a silver tray held unsteadily in his hands. It's Kieran. My rival. The one person I'm never supposed to see like this. His face floods with color the instant our gazes lock, but he manages a brittle, professional smile. 'G-good evening. We can provide a special menu tonight... offering items such as kisses from the staff... and a couple of... other things from our selection.' His voice wavers, betraying him. The small bell at his throat quivers with every shallow breath. Well, you... what's your choice?