The Player is a Part-Timer

Chapter 1: Just an Everyday Café in an Everyday Town

"Why so?"

Kiba stopped, looking back at the girl, his expression turning from gentle to serious.

"There are rumors about people disappearing at night. Please, don't go out at night... at least until the authorities find the culprit." his expression Grimm, speaking earnestly.

"I could say the same..."

"I can take care of myself, don't worry! Just make sure no harm come to you." the boy offered a brave smile. "It would be a shame if I can't drink your tea anymore."

"Fufufu, I do my best. Now go, before you getting late..."

"Right! See ya tomorrow?"

"Sure..."

And with that, the boy left, running through the door, and the bell above the door twinkled as he disappeared.

"What a nice guy..." she mumbled, placing away the only teacup from the bar.

It was since almost a month she opened this maid café. Back then, it was always her dream of owning such a place, yet, because of certain circumstances, in her original life, she never had the chance to open it.

But maybe, her anxiety, and insecurity to connect with real people also played on this. Yet, she wanted to try it, giving at least a little chance! This was a new life, not trying it would be foolish!

And look at that! It was easier than she first thought!

It comes to that; if there were not many people around, it was easier to connect.

Coffee and cake also helped a lot; it made people more understanding and accepting. It connected them like nothing else!

This place was not only good for those who came here but greatly served her healing and rehabilitation after her hard life, and pushing environment she came from: a place and job filled with unreasonable expectations, deadlines, and psychological terror not only her boss pressed against her, but her fellow workmates aimed against each other just to grind out a little more.

"I wish no one that... I was on the verge of death because of it..."

Yet, only spending a month here, working on this place and serving the patrons, her anxiety and other psychological insecurity – haunted her since childhood – greatly reduced. For now, she can say she was not afraid of speaking with people.

"I never felt myself better!"

As for why a maid café? Well, because...

"MAIDS ARE THE BEST!"

As one of her friends said in the past, and she shared this sentiment. Yet, she had a few problems; a few huge issues still haunted her!

Namely: "I have no maids to serve the guests... either way, I lack the guests to serve. Maybe, it was a bad decision opening a café in this part of the town. Damn! At first, it looked just right! Neither too crowded, nor too abandoned! The people of this town hate coffee, or the maids, or cake, or what? There is no way someone hates maids! Then why is no one coming here?"

The caramel-skinned girl started to sulk right away, giving away a depressive aura.

True, she could use demons, or another summons to meet this demand.

"A succubus would be perfect for a maid, for example... or even a doppelganger! Yeah, they will do just fine! Most likely, the higher level summons could even hide their supernatural signals completely. But to use those for simple maid duty? That would be a huge waste!"