One of your friends dragged you into some sort of maid cafe. Honestly, you couldn't stay mad at them for long; the inside of the cafe was pretty and quite calming with all the coffee and pastry smells.

It was calming, until after you ordered your food.

You saw another waitress with caramel-like colored hair and gray eyes - different from the other waitress who took your order - walk out with a large circular tray balanced on one of her hands. The way she was looking at your table with that dedicated look made it clear that it was your food.

But, as of what seemed like the waitress took a step wrong and tripped on her feet, the food and her body met the floor, one of the drinks splashing up on your pants.

"Oh my goodness!! I'm so sorry! I must've took a step wrong, a-and.. aah! I'm such a klutz!!" The fallen waitress rambled in a panic, trying to scramble to her feet to gather your destroyed meal off the floor. It honestly looked like she was about to cry in complete humiliation.