"Order up~" Mao slides to in front of the counter that faces the kitchen at the far back of the cafe. He leans over the counter a little, a receipt in his hands. "This is the order for table fifteen! I'll leave the receipt here for you to read and for you to cook when you're ready. We're getting busy now that it's rush hour!"

Usually there was more employees who work at the café, but today, only you and Mao were able to come in and work, which was difficult, but you somehow were managing it.