HOMURA CAFE (Project K Fanfic)

The Grand Opening- Take One!

Project K Fanfic

HOMURA CAFÉ

Chapter 3: The Grand Opening!

Take one!

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Izumo Kusanagi, owner of the Homura headquarters, and the founder of the Homura Café idea, was standing by the counter, a wide smile on his face and staring at the door.

"He's really excited about this," Totsuka commented, zooming in on Izumo's face with his camera, before switching to view the other members' faces.

"Albeit he's the only one excited..." Yata muttered.

Suddenly, the door opened, and the sound of chimes echoed in the silent room. Everyone's eyes fell upon a middle-aged man in formal attire, holding the hand of a 7-year old, chestnut haired girl.

"Welcome to the Homura Cafe!" Izumo chimed, meeting the costumer halfway across the café, "Would you care to take a seat?"

"Certainly. Now where would you like to sit, dear?" He replied and faced his daughter. The little girl looked around, her big blue eyes scanning the room.

"There!" She pointed at a seat next to the window and they trotted over to where it was.

"I want a hamburger!" The girl squeaked, tugging on Izumo's sleeve, "And papa can have coffee and salad and..."

"Pipe down, geez..." Yata muttered, walking over to them, "We don't have all of those in our menu."

The teen handed them a long red folder lined with gold outlines and the word 'Menu' written on it in cursive. The man took it and started browsing through the menu, his daughter pouting and checking it out as well.

"U-um...you know, the price is a bit too high for a plate of these dishes..." The man noted.

"It's made with special ingredients, that's why it's a bit pricy," Totsuka lied, eyeing on Izumo suspiciously, "Did you find anything you like, sir?"

"Ah...It seems like I don't have the money to afford this..." He smiled nervously and slowly took hold of his daughter's hand, "Now come, dear...We have other places to.."

"WHAT?!" Rikio barked, standing in their way, "You came all the way here for nothing?!"

"U-umm..no, I wanted to see this place,"

"Then buy something!" Retorted the glassed man, "We wasted our sweat trying to please your damn senses and it'll go to waste!"

"I agree with him, " Snorted Yata, crossing his arms, "So are you going to buy or we'll kick you out?"

The daughter sniffled and hugged her father's side, "D-daddy...this place is scary!"

"We'll leave now! Please excuse us," The man bowed apologetically before dashing out of the café.

There was silence in the room for a moment before Yata sighed loudly, "What an ass!"

"Pardon me, Izumo-san, but could we see the menu?" Shohei asked nervously.

Izumo handed him the menu without averting his eyes from the door that their first costumer had exited. Everyone peeped over Shohei's shoulders to see the menu.

"W-WHAT THE HELL?!" Rikio screeched, backing away, "THAT'S ONE HELL OF A PRICING!"

"WHAT IS THIS?! FOREIGN FOOD?!" Yata yelled, pointing at the word on the menu.

Shohei just stayed quiet, while Totsuka laughed anxiously, "Izumo-san, we should plan for the food and price altogether. Don't decide things on your own...I mean, this is overpricing.."

"Not to mention, it's written in nonsense!" Yata hissed.

"It's written in English cursive...You just can't understand it can't you?" Shohei muttered.

Yata rolled his eyes, "Who will cook these anyways? Izumo-san?"

Izumo shook his head, "I thought we could order from this shop and we'll sell them by our name..."

"NOW THAT IS NONSENSE!" The teen wailed, "We don't even cook! What kind of cafe would have no cooks!?"

"Apparently ours," Totsuka added with a smile, before looking at Shohei, "Do you think you could post an ad recruiting for a temporary cook for our cafe?"

"O-okay.." Shohei nodded and hurried off to their computer.

"Izumo-san, let's start again from the beginning..." Rikio stated, patting the bartender's shoulders, "Together,"

Izumo nodded and flipped the sign by the door: CLOSED.

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TBC