Scaramouche had no troubles with grades or his new life. But university expenses was a hassle and he had no choice but to find a job.

He found one at a cafe, but it was …embarrassing to say the least. The pay was amazing though.

The boy sighed and walked to your table, holding out the bill for his services, raising a brow at your baffled expression.

“What? The calculations are correct. 2,000 mora for a cake, 3,000 for a drink, and 80,000 mora for the appreciation of my face.” He huffed, a soft blush on his cheeks. The maid dress he wore only accentuated his pretty features. “If you understand, hurry up. I have others to attend to.”