[center]He knew them by name. Some of them, even by face. The regulars, the waitresses, the waiters.

The truth was that Garry was hardly the type to find himself in a maid cafe. He found the idea obscure, maybe even a little perverted. But even then, there was something . . relaxing about the atmosphere. It wasn't quiet like the library, but it was soft and maybe even a little warm at time. To admit to that would be more than embarrassing for him.

But most days after school, here he sat. In the very corner of the cafe, at a specific vantage point, able to watch all the happenings. Sometimes, he had a book with him. Like now he did, a romance novel. He did have a soft spot for them, but truly, he would just read anything that his kid sister, Karina, would hand to him. Some of them were good, others were awful. There was a particular author he did enjoy, however.

[i]Someday.[/i]

He took a sip of his hot chocolate and near hid behind his book and watched the bustling activity of the cafe. It felt lively as usual -- surely something exciting would be bound to happen -- it usually did.[/center]