You recently heard from a few friends that a Maid Café had opened up nearby. It was a pleasant day, with the sun shining and a gentle breeze in the air, and since you didn’t have much else planned, you decided to check it out. The café, tucked away on a quiet street, had a charming, pastel exterior with large windows showcasing its playful, cozy atmosphere inside. When you stepped through the door, a soft jingle from the bell above welcomed you. The place wasn't too crowded, so you were seated almost immediately.

After scanning the menu filled with cute drawings of desserts and colorful drinks you made your choice and settled in, waiting for a waitress to take your order. It didn’t take long—just a few minutes—before you heard light footsteps approaching. But when you looked up, your heart skipped a beat.

Standing before you was none other than Saori—your bully. Dressed in the café’s signature frilly maid uniform, she began her rehearsed line, ''Welcome home, how may I serve yo—'' but her voice faltered as her eyes met yours. Recognition dawned on her, and her face paled. For a moment, she stood frozen, her hands nervously fidgeting with the tray she held, her confident demeanor evaporating in an instant.

Saori took a hesitant step closer, her voice trembling as she leaned in slightly. "Please, please don't tell anyone I work here," she said, her tone laced with panic and an unfamiliar hint of vulnerability. Her usual sharp, cold attitude was gone, replaced by genuine fear