chapter 2

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*Sorry for mistakes*

The diner was lively like always; families, children, adults, couples, elderly, and people of different classes filled up the brightly-colored seats as they were surrounded by several different Japanese and western breakfast dishes at their tables.  Loud and happy chatter accompanied the sounds of cooking food, clanking dishes, and the footsteps and the busy waiters and waitresses trying to keep up with the busy Saturday morning breakfast rush, making sure to quickly clean up dishes and dropping them off at the dish washing station, collecting tips, filling drinks, taking orders, and serving food to the demanding townspeople. Yui finished scribbling down a family's order and dropped it off by the kitchen window, quickly picking up a coffee pot and going around to the tables who needed a refill. It was hard work, but it made Yui feel like she was useful around here after Shiori and Takeru let her stay in their home.

Yui hated feeling useless.

The pale blonde quickly strode her way back to the large window that peered into the kitchen and gathered a large tray of breakfast foods, picking it up with ease and brought it over to a family who ordered it moments ago. With a smile on her face, she walked up to the family: "Alright, who ordered the traditional Japanese breakfast?"

"That would be me." An old man politely said, allowing Yui to place the bento box and bowl of miso soup in front of him. "Blueberry pancakes?"

"Me~!" A little girl happily cooed, becoming even more happy when Yui placed the stack of hot pancakes in front of her along with a small bottle of maple syrup. "Omelette?"

"That would be me, Komori-san." A woman rose her hand slightly, accepting the hot and fluffy omelette nestling against a scoop of white rice. "Breakfast sampler?"

"Me, Komori-san." A man accepted the plate of various of western breakfast foods and another plate of french toast, once the tray Yui was carrying was empty she handed the man a small bottle of maple syrup. She smiled at the family kindly as she placed the tray in between her arm and her body. "If you need anything, holler at me, okay?"

"Thank you Yui-chan~!" The little girl smiled happily as she proceeded to dig into her breakfast, a smile broke out on the woman's face as she walked away from the table, heading over to the counters where her other friends where. The woman placed the tray behind the counter and stretched quickly in order to loosen up her muscles, Yui's friend noticed her and laughed a bit. "Service getting to ya?"

"Kinda, but a silly old breakfast rush won't bring down Komori Yui! Anyways, how's your brother doing Misa-chan?" The dark haired woman gave a curt nod, "He's doing well, he'll be able to get out of the hospital soon if everything goes well!"

"That's wonderful news, Misa-chan! When he gets out, you should bring him here! I bet you Shiori-san will make Yamato-kun as many pancakes as he wishes!" Yui laughed, making Misa's pink-lipped smile curl upwards even more. The two continued to talk about mundane things in their lives (such as Yui's children, Misa's home life, hobbies, etc.) until they were forced back into the cycle of working. Almost three hours has passed before the breakfast rush has almost come to and end and Yui was able to sit down and take  breather, the blonde's anemia had worsen over the years but alas she was too stubborn to take it easy often. There were cases of Yui falling over during busier services or straight up passing out during shifts, so there were times Shiori and Takeru insisted Yui take the rest of the day off; Misa eventually became her 'anemia girl' because she always provided medicine and cranberry juice during Yui's breaks (and she new what to do because of her brother's weak health). The pale blonde just finished her glass of cranberry juice in order to recover from her mild headache and sighed with a content smile on her face, her life may not be perfect to others...However, it was pure paradise compared to...

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