The Angel Next Door Spoils Me Rotten (WN) (Volume 5+)

206 - Aloof Butler

During the period Mahiru was being the waitress, what worried Amane most was not her captivating looks.

Neither was it when people would harass her for her beauty and try to converse.

The most worrying was when someone would try to impose one of Man's three great desires upon her.

It happened at noon, ten minutes before their shift ended.

A male customer had been eyeing the female workers the moment he entered. It was not uncommon as there were pretty girls serving them.

However, Amane saw that the customer was sizing them up, and had a feeling that he had to keep an eye out.

He served the dish, took the tray, and was about to head for the counter...when the customer reached out for Mahiru.

Mahiru had just served the man some food, and turned back. It happened right at that moment, and of course, she could not see what went on behind him.

The customer reached for the waist beneath the skirt, no, the buttocks. Amane took a step forward.

Amane had been nearby, and the customer was slow, which was why Amane had a chance to reach out.

"Dear customer, please do not casually touch our staff."

He slid the tray between Mahiru and the customer's hand, before the latter could touch, and reminded with a calm expression.

Calm as he might appear, it was the opposite within. He was a little miffed that his cute girlfriend was being wooed, and he was further incensed about this act of sexual harassment.

Mahiru turned around once she heard that. She determined what the customer intended to do as the tray blocked the hand, and her cheeks shuddered as she took a step back.

Amane strafed to protect Mahiru, and did his best to show a tender smile.

The shop quietened down unwittingly. Amane sensed the stares upon him, but he was so furious, he did not care.

At the same time, he remained calm.

The customer failed in his attempt, and could possibly excuse himself.

The surrounding customers might have noticed so, for they were staring at the hand. The customer however did not do anything, and Amane could only let it be if he said it was a coincidence.

The customer did not commit the cardinal sin of touching Mahiru, but Amane noticed something the former could not absolve himself of.

"Dear customer, may I know where your entrance permit is?"

The sudden change of topic caused the man to widen his eyes.

"And also...how did you enter? You are not wearing the band indicating your entrance permit."

All visitors entering this school had to wear a band indicating that they were allowed into the school. It was a one time use, but was extremely sturdy.

There were dangerous cases and thefts in recent years. Thus, the students needed to wear a band indicating their names on their necks during this cultural festival, colors differing by year. Ordinary visitors had to wear a band.

The school imposed restricted access to certain areas, a measure to prevent visitors from entering.

U-uh, it caught water, and broke, the man was speechless once this was pointed out, and Amane chuckled.

"How strange. The band is waterproof since there is a likelihood of sweat. The pamphlet did mention that if you lost your band, you may register at the main office. Which student from which class requested for your permit? You should be able to answer so, no?"