The Player is a Part-Timer

Chapter 1: Just an Everyday Café in an Everyday Town

"Akeno?"

"A member of our school club..." Kiba explained simply.

"I see... what's the difference. Is her tea better?"

"Hmm, I might say, more traditional Japanese, this is more of a British tea, more bitter... but still good. I might say, in their own way, both prepared perfectly."

"Well, thank you!" the bartender girl behind the bar chuckled proudly. "But this is a café... at least eat some cake or something..." her double-colored red and blue eyes squinted slightly, making the boy smile teasing.

"Oh, I eat enough cake in school all the time! The girls are always giving me theirs! For free, I might add! Any more and I will be fat." he patted his flat stomach, making the girl snort annoyed.

"Tch! And? You always complain they are bothersome. Then, at least they will leave you alone!"

"Ara! Ara! That's not healthy!" Kiba stuck his tongue in return. It seemed, in this place, he showed an entirely different side of his.

"You ruin my business..." sighing, she placed down the cup. "At least invite your friends here so that I can earn a few yen..."

"Oh, and ruin the calm of this place?" he drank his drink with great satisfaction, only taking small sips. "No way!"

"Ugh!"

"By the way... you said this is a maid café?" looking around, the place was neatly arranged. Several samurai armors and dolls with maid outfit standing near the walls. The whole place had some kind of charm, which usually invited people. Yet, with the exception of the two, no one was around.

"Yes?" the player raised her brow, looking at the blond boy questioning.

"I see no maids..." pointed out the boy sarcastic.

"Ugh! We already posted the jobs on the local media and the internet. Still, until now, no applicant appeared."

"Why not becoming the first one?" he asked, half-joking, offering a charming smile.

"Are you joking?" in return, offering a flat expression, the "girl" looked unamused, almost offended.

"I am sure it will fit you." and the boy continued to tease her.

"I will not wear such thing... I will leave that to others! I am the chatty bartender!" she retorted proudly, and indeed, wearing a three buttoned vest, a white shirt and a tie, supplemented with white butler gloves, she looked like a perfect gentleman — with the exception she was a girl — now at least.

"By the way. Do you know any willing soul in your academy who is willing to work here part-time? I heard that academy of yours have a few beauties hanging around. We pay well... well, they can take the tips at least..."

"Hmm, I ask around. But I promise nothing." looking towards the window; the sun was on to set. "Oh! I need to hurry! Bochou will skin me if I late again!"

"Why so?" she raised her brow, watching the boy who slightly panicked. "Today is Sunday..."

"Club work!" he only said that much before standing up.

"Ah, I see..." the girl watched the boy suspiciously. Being the day was Sunday, it was slightly strange he had to attend school work. Moreover, the club president forcing him to do "school work" on Sunday.

It was the massive abuse of the students. Be the person before "her" was "not entirely" human or not. He was a nice guy... too nice to be abused like this. "Schoolwork on Sunday? What a ridiculous idea..."

"Thank you for the tea, and the talk!" bowing, then leaving the payment — plus some tip on the bar — the boy was on to leave. "See you later, Gillian-chan! And please, be careful."