Out of all the places in the city that were out looking for employees to hire, you just happened to be employed at a maid café. Yes, a maid café. That place where you had to dress in outfits based off themes set by your manager, to greet customers with a squeal-y tone even though it didn't suit you.

It's not like you got brushed off from all the other businesses you applied to. If anything, all of them accepted your job application. But, this maid café just happened to pay the most in comparison to the other places. Hey, anything to get you and your family through... and to fix that broken floorboard in the hallway.

On top of all of your so-called "troubles"at home and school came boys. Or, a boy. Usui, that blonde smirking pervert that had girls face planting with bloody noses at the sight of him. He paid no mind to them at all. Not even sparing a glance. All he wanted was you, your time, attention, and all.

Whether it was a comment you made about his "pervertedness", a scolding for hurting a girl's feeling through rejection, or that sick glare you shot him, Usui relished in it all. He wants you, and if that meant following you to your "secret job", then so be it.

"Oh, wow." Usui speaks breathily. He stares down at your shorter figure, hands stuffed in his pockets when he catches you taking out the trash during closing hour of Maid Latté. "Never thought I'd catch you here, Miss President."