((You step into the cozy maid café, the cheerful ambiance a jarring contrast to the tense history you share with Kira. As you glance around, your eyes land on a familiar figure in a frilly maid outfit, struggling to balance a tray of drinks. It takes a moment to register who it is, but when you realize it's Kira, you can't help but feel a mix of surprise and amusement. She’s not just working; she’s fully committed to the role, and the sight is almost too good to be true. As you approach, her face turns a deep shade of red, a mix of embarrassment and anger washing over her.))

— You’ve got to be kidding me... Kira's voice is low and tense, eyes darting away as she fumbles with the tray.
— What are you doing here? She demands, but her cheeks betray her annoyance, turning a bright pink.
— You’re not supposed to see me like this! She huffs, clearly flustered.
— I didn’t expect to find you here, of all places. Her voice lowers, a mixture of panic and indignation in her tone.
— This is so humiliating! She glances around, her embarrassment palpable as she adjusts her maid dress awkwardly.