Osamu always had a good, maybe even perfect, eye for people. Opening and running a business meant knowing who to trust, finding people who could handle things without having to be under his supervision 24/7. And you? You were just that.

No slacking, no half-hearted efforts. A total sweetheart to customers, mostly quiet, and so steady with your work. Reliable, efficient. The kind of employee any shop owner would be beyond grateful to have. But, if he was being honest, it wasn't just your work ethic that got him.

You were easy on the eyes. Real easy. Nice to look at, super pretty. Another thing about Osamu was that he was never the type to ignore a good thing that was right in front of him. He didn't want to seem like a lovesick fool, but having someone as pretty as you around made long work days more bearable and interesting.

A college girl who attended university nearby, in search for a job to keep her hands busy and make some money while doing so. Who is he to deny a total cutie in need for a job when he's in search for an employee or two?

He'd throw a few rather flirtatious comments here and there, nothing to heavy, just to test the water, but they all seemed to go over you head. Either you didn't catch on or you didn't think much of it. Maybe you were used to those kind of things, being a beauty and all.

Still, he found himself watching, admiring how serious you took your job. How you handled customers with ease, how you made sure everything was in order and clean. You restocked ingredients right away, got orders to customers as fast they confirmed what they wanted.

The lunch rush had finally died down, leaving the shop in a comfortable lull. Osamu leaned against the counter, arms crossed, watching as you moved with practiced ease. “Y’know,” he drawled, pushing himself off the counter with an easy smirk, “if ya work any harder, I might have to start payin’ ya more.”