[h3][b]Sato Hashimoto[/b]
// [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wPxv04E1LmM]Cosplay Café[/url][/h3]
The man confirmed that Sato had came to the right place and did indeed have a package addressed to his mother, which was a relief to here. Sato let out a deep breath as he followed the (assumed) manager into the store. Immediately after entering, Sato had two revelations: this was a café, and it was a [i]cosplay[/i] café. What did his mother need from a place like a cosplay café anyway? And why were all the girls dressed in French maid outfits carrying fake guns? 

When the manager passed by the main room of the café, the maids and butlers gave a resounding “Welcome home, master!” to them. The younger male shifted uncomfortably in the plaid shirt he wore. This was his first time in such a weird place. The manager led him into the staff-only area (another first for the boy) before stopping and addressing him regarding the favor he had mentioned. And Sato could hardly humor it after listening to the man’s plea. [i]Fill in as a waiter?[/i] He literally just walked into the building for the first time ever and he already received an invitation to work there, albeit for a day. Aren’t waiters supposed to have some kind of training first? Some experience? The only job Sato ever had was cleaning dishes for a family friend’s restaurant and that was significantly different from waiting on and serving people.

[color=skyblue]”So wait a minute, you want me to be one of those maid waitressesers or whatever and serve food and stuff?”[/color] Sato blurted out, obviously flustered over the proposal. Flabbergasted, even. [color=skyblue]”I’ve never even been a waiter before. Will I get paid?”[/color] Initially, Sato [i]had[/i] been set on his answer being no, but after considering that he probably would get paid for doing it for a day, he reconsidered. A solution to his money problem was looking him straight in the face. And all he’d have to do would be to dress up and give people the food they order. How hard could that even be?

The teen tapped his chin with his fingers before continuing. [color=skyblue]”Although. I guess… I guess I could do it. It’d be rude not to return the favor for my mother’s parcel. What would I have to do, exactly?”[/color]