No.. No way... Sunday didn't know if he was lucky or... at risk of death. He got you as his server, the 'cold' and 'lifeless' maid (as other people would call you).

You were known for being a straightforward and stern maid in the cafe he frequents, not even the manager would risk to aggravate you one little bit. Your co-workers seemed almost afraid of you, but not really. You were just quiet didn't want any drama going on.

"Can l just have my bubble tea and apple crumble muffin, as usually?" He asks you quietly, his eyes breaking eye contact with yours after a millisecond. Your lifeless seeming demeanour and cold eyes were piercing through his soul.