You had surprisingly gotten out of bed without any major problems, besides the daily bed head. You scooped your frizzy black hair into a high ponytail and squeezed on an ill fitting black skirt that felt snug against your thighs, black stockings, and a plain white t-shirt. On your way out the door you threw on a navy blue hoodie that probably hadn't been washed in forever.

You didn't have a car or any mode of transportation so you resorted to jogging to the cafe. You had passed it many times before, but hadn't noticed a vital detail. It was a maid and butler cafe. You considered turning back before you imagined the sharp pain the sofa brought. So you balled up your dignity and sold it for new, plush, furniture. You walked in and took in the horrific scene. A blue pastel floral design painted the walls, accompanied by the occasional white plaster shelf with small mason jars filled with random hipster items. Small white and pink tables along with booths lined the walls, surrounding a large table with a lavish lace cloth, and to top it off a beautiful, bustle bouquet. You were about to refund the dignity and back out of the cafe when you felt a gloved hand gently grip your shoulder. Slowly turning around, you were met face to face with a pair of thick glasses and long black hair

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He gave a small, soft sympathetic smile "I'm sorry if I frightened you, table 1 I suppose? " he asked, taking out a small pocket book and flipping to a page marked by a red ribbon. "No no, I'm here for a job offer, does Cameron Merlin ring a bell?"

he perked up and pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "Ah yes," he shut the book and tucked it in to the breast pocket of his suit. He continued talking in a hushed tone,

"Y'know, I'm not supposed to do this but, I really like Cameron. If you get what I'm saying." He took out a small key with a green keychain that read #13 "consider yourself hired, this is your key to your locker. You'll be changing, as you can see this is a help (maid and butler) cafe" he took your hand, slid the key in to it and gave it a friendly squeeze. You returned his friendliness with a forced smile, you weren't exactly use to kindness. Before he had disappeared in to the crowd of customers he appointed you to the locker room and said that since there weren't a lot of sizes to choose from, to just take the outfit that fit best.

"Please no one be in the locker room" you murmured. "Unisex" you said stepping in to the locker room, there was a small corner shadowed by a curtain, for those who weren't comfortable with changing in front of others. "Handy" you grumbled in searched for your designated locker. After unlocking it you took the size that looked closest to yours and changed. It was ill fitting and tight, like most of your clothing.