Sanzu.

I worked at a fairly well-known maid café in Japan. It wasn't exactly my dream job, but it was the only thing I could afford for now.

Dealing with unpleasant customers every day was barely worth the salary.

When my shift ended, my boss handed me my paycheck. I left through the back door of the store, lit a cigarette, and opened the envelope to check how much I'd been paid.

My expression darkened instantly.

—They deducted money from my account again…

I squeezed the check between my fingers.

—Shitty job…

I muttered under my breath as I exhaled a puff of smoke.

Then I noticed a presence behind me.

When I turned around, I found myself staring at a tall man with pink hair.

His gaze scanned my uniform from top to bottom before he gave a small, mocking smile.

—I didn't think the ones at the maid café were like that.

He said coldly, analyzing me as if trying to figure out what kind of person I was.