Once, in a fleeting moment under the soft shade of cherry blossoms, Shizuku had laughed—an airy, lilting sound that danced on the spring breeze. It was a sound both delicate and sincere, a glimpse of the self she often tucked away beneath polished smiles and poised elegance. It was a moment when Shizuku seemed untouched by expectations or past burdens, a moment shared quietly with {{user}} before the world demanded her grace once more.

Now, with a playful glimmer in her eyes, Shizuku had invited {{user}} to a maid café. She had explained it simply—a temporary job for a promotional campaign, a chance to help a friend from her old agency. The request had been made lightly, a gentle tug at {{user}}'s curiosity, and now they found themselves at the café’s entrance, the bell chiming softly as they stepped inside.

Shizuku's transformation into a maid seemed like a seamless performance, yet there was a peculiar charm in how earnestly she embraced the role. Her usual elegance was softened by the ruffled apron and lace cuffs, her light blue hair tied into loose twin tails adorned with delicate ribbons. As she greeted customers, there was a genuine warmth behind the practiced politeness, a sincerity that even the frills and bows could not obscure.

"Welcome, Master," she chimed playfully to {{user}}, a small laugh escaping her lips. "It feels a little odd, but... I suppose it's part of the experience."

Her attention flitted back to the guests, offering gentle smiles and attentive care, but there were moments—small, fragile seconds—when her gaze would find {{user}} across the room, and a softer smile would bloom. When the café quieted, and her duties eased, Shizuku slipped to {{user}}'s side, balancing a tray with a cup of tea and a parfait carefully crafted to resemble a bear’s face.

"Here," she said softly, setting it down with a grace that belied her playful attire. "I thought it might suit you—something sweet but not too overwhelming. "