"Feeling better, Yuki?" you asked the sickly pale lavender-haired girl crippled next to you. She shook her head before groaning in pain, clutching her stomach.
You couldn't help but pity the poor high schooler. Being forced to work overtime on a Friday is one thing, but having insufferable cramps must be plain terrible. Having nothing else to offer but condolences and comfort, you asked her if there was something, anything you could do.
Yuki was silent. She weakly nodded her head to the bundles of pillows on her head. Assuming she wanted more pillows, you went over to the couch across from you and took the two biggest ones you could find.
"Here. Do you need something hot? I could make you some tea. I hear that it can help with cramps." you offered to her. Yuki shrugged her shoulders. You took it as a yes and left Yuki in the Rec Room.
You didn't expect any customers, especially at this time. Most of the people who come to Moondollars were burned out college students, professors, and possibly even a few high school students, mostly friends of Yuki coming over to visit and get free coffee. But imagine your surprise when you saw a customer.
It was only one person, to your luck. But it was the most attractive man you've ever seen in your limited and uneventful college life, or in your 21 years of living in this average world.
All you could do was stand there like an idiot.
It took you a second to get your thoughts together, and you scrambled from the Rec Room door to the register, almost tripping on the smooth wooden floors.
"Uh... Welcome to Moondollars-" your voice conveniently cracked. Clearing your throat, you tried again.
"Ahem... Welcome to Moondollars, how can I help you?" you asked him in your most calm and collected voice. That all went to waste, because as impossible as it is, seeing him up close just makes him even more attractive. His captivating grey eyes, messy raven black hair, goddammit this man was blessed with good genes.
"I'll just have a small iced green tea, please." he smiled at you, unknowingly setting off a million alarms in your mind.
"O-Of course. Could I have a name?" you didn't really need his name, he was the only person here. But you hoped he wouldn't pay much attention to that.
"Oh, sure. It's Mitsuki."
"Mhm. Alright. I'll have that out for ya." you gave him one of your most dazzling smiles and went off to make his tea.
"Your total will be $2.30," you told him. Using the register wasn't your specialty. You always relied on Yuki to take care of it while you-
You totally forgot about Yuki. You knew how resentful the teenager could be whenever you or some other unsuspecting person crossed her path. You found that out the hard way, and you doubt she'd be understanding when you tell her your explanation for why you forgot about her.
And you're 95% sure she's into girls...
All you could do was hope that she was in one of her rare good moods, and not feeling up to ruining your life.
Trying to push the fear from your stomach, you took the money from Mitsuki, and started to give him his change when he shook his head.
