“…Don’t peek, alright?”
Arisa’s voice came from the changing area.
Of course, he had no intention of peeking… but being told not to made it oddly tempting.
“Is that an invitation?”
“N-No, it isn’t! Don’t you dare! I won’t forgive you!”
Arisa shot back in a genuinely serious tone at Yuzuru’s joke.
Then, after a short while…
The door opened.
There stood Arisa, dressed in the waitress uniform.
“How is it?”
“…Yeah. You look cute.”
The waitress uniform at Yuzuru’s restaurant consisted of a white blouse and a black skirt.
At the chest was a red ribbon.
It was a very cute design—
(But your eyes just get drawn there…)
The design emphasised the chest.
It was, in a sense, like a “true version” of a virgin-killer outfit.
In the restaurant setting, it matched the atmosphere well enough not to stand out—but here in his room, it felt out of place.
More like cosplay…
And somehow, a bit indecent.
“…Is something wrong?”
“No, nothing in particular…”
It seemed Arisa herself didn’t find anything unusual about the design.
To her, it was simply a cute uniform.
“If you’ve got something to say, please say it.”
“Y-Yeah…”
Arisa already had a figure that made one think that’s quite something… even in normal clothes.
Wearing something designed to emphasise it only made it all the more striking.
Yuzuru, being a virgin, felt like he might actually be “killed”.
That said, if he voiced that, Arisa would probably get embarrassed and might even quit her job.
While Yuzuru didn’t particularly want her working that much anyway, it would be awkward if she quit within a week after he’d introduced her.
“You just look really cute… I fell for you all over again.”
So he chose to deflect.
It wasn’t a lie—she truly did suit it.
Her Western features matched the style perfectly.
And… a girl with a generous chest wearing something that emphasised it—
Well, you could call that a perfect combination.
“I-Is that so…?”
Arisa fidgeted shyly, clearly pleased by the compliment.
Any suspicion she had seemed to melt away.
“So… you said you wanted to practise. What exactly are we doing?”
“You’ll be the customer, Yuzuru-san. Please order coffee.”
It seemed she planned to practise serving coffee as if in a real customer interaction.
“…In that case, should I demonstrate first?”
“Oh, yes. I’d appreciate that.”
“…Should I change as well?”
He had brought his uniform home to wash, so it was on hand.
He could demonstrate without it, of course, but—
“Yes, please do. …If I’m the only one dressed like this, I’ll look like an idiot.”
“…I don’t think that’s true.”
Yuzuru thought that comment itself sounded a bit silly—but kept it to himself.
A smooth engagement required knowing when not to say unnecessary things.
“O-Okay… let’s begin…”
With that, Arisa stepped outside the door.
Apparently, she intended to start from the entrance.
The door slowly opened, and a slightly nervous-looking Arisa stepped into Yuzuru’s room—
No, into the “restaurant”.
Yuzuru put on a professional smile.
“Welcome.”
“Y-Yes!”
Arisa flinched.
There’s no customer this nervous, he thought—but of course, no waiter would say that aloud.
“How many in your party?”
“O-One person!”
She answered with surprising enthusiasm.
Yuzuru nearly burst out laughing, but held it in.
“Right this way.”
“Y-Yes, thank you very much!”
Arisa bowed repeatedly as he guided her to a seat—
Her usual spot.
He handed her a prepared hand towel, took her order, and brought her coffee.
“Will that be everything?”
“Y-Yes…”
Arisa looked up at him, cheeks slightly flushed.
Then, shyly lowering her gaze, she took a sip of coffee.
(…Still big.)
Yuzuru’s eyes drifted, almost involuntarily, to her chest.
It looked like it might be resting on the table.
Highly indecent.
Then—
“So… I think that’s about it? Was it helpful?”
“Yes.”
Arisa nodded.
Yuzuru wasn’t convinced this little play-acting was particularly helpful—but if she got something out of it, that was fine.
“Then, I’ll go change, alright?”
“…Huh?”
“Well, you don’t get customers dressed as waiters, do you?”
In truth, he was just feeling a bit embarrassed and wanted to bow out.
“I… suppose that’s true. Wait—then what have I been doing…?”
“Well, this is your practice. I can be a bit sloppy, but you need to practise properly, right?”
Despite saying customers wouldn’t wear waiter uniforms, he’d made Arisa play the customer while still in her waitress outfit.
Because he wanted to keep looking at her like that for as long as possible.
Also, it would’ve been a hassle to have her change just to play the customer.
“I… see. That makes sense.”
Fortunately, Arisa accepted his reasoning.
Yuzuru quickly changed back into casual clothes, stepped outside—
And re-entered.
“W-Welcome!”
There stood a very energetic—
And very stiff—
Waitress.
She bowed slightly, and her chest gave a small bounce… or so it seemed.
“…”
“…”
She froze mid-smile, apparently forgetting her next line.
Yuzuru stepped in to help.
“Just one. Do you have a table?”
“Ah—yes! Right this way for one!”
Arisa began walking, somewhat awkwardly.
Even her back was cute.
Soon, Yuzuru sat down, ordered coffee, and took a sip once it was brought.
“…”
“…”
“…U-Um, is something wrong?”
“…Come sit here for a moment.”
“Huh? O-Okay…”
As told, Arisa sat beside him.
“Could you come a bit closer?”
“O-Okay… like this?—Ah!”
As she leaned in, Yuzuru wrapped an arm around her shoulder and pulled her closer.
“U-Um… sir?”
“Miss Waitress, that uniform is very cute. It suits you.”
“Eh? Th-Thank you…”
Arisa looked confused.
Yuzuru was starting to enjoy himself.
“Don’t you have a spell to make it taste better or something?”
“We… do not offer such services.”
“…What about a kiss?”
“What kind of establishment do you think this is?”
“I’m a customer.”
“We cannot do that for customers.”
“What about for your fiancé? Or your boyfriend?”
“Eh? W-Well… if they really insisted… depending on my mood…—wait!”
Arisa’s expression sharpened.
“Please don’t fool around during practice!”
“N-No, I mean… this is like a test. To see how you’d handle a difficult customer…”
“Have we ever had a customer like that?”
“…Well, you never know what might happen in the future?”
“…Is that the end of your excuse?”
“I’m sorry.”
“Very well.”
Once Yuzuru apologised, Arisa forgave him.
She still seemed slightly annoyed—but it had helped ease her tension.
After that, her service became noticeably smoother.
Once she’d finished seeing off her “customer”, Yuzuru asked—
“So? Did you get a feel for it?”
“Let’s see… I realised I need more practice.”
“…Well, yes.”
Yuzuru couldn’t help but smile wryly.
If this was how she did with him, real customers might be even more challenging.
Still, recognising the need for practice meant she’d improve with time.
She seemed a little more confident now.
“By the way, Yuzuru-san.”
“What is it?”
Arisa tugged lightly on his clothes.
As he leaned closer, she rose slightly on her toes—
And pressed her lips to his cheek.
“…That’s my thanks.”
“Thank you.”
Yuzuru returned the gesture with a kiss to her cheek.
