Cafe Rouge I:VI

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I took some tea leaves, put them in a bowl and crushed it. I added different ingredients such as sugar and honey.

I finished this easy job within 3 minutes.

"It's done," I said to Candice.

"Alright," She told the cup of green tea from my hand, and took a sip.

"So, how's it?" I asked eagerly.

"Hmm... Not bad," Candice said, "But I'm sorry, I can't admit you as a waitress."

"What?! But why not??" I asked, it was unbelievable.

"You see, we are not looking for your type..." She adverted her gaze and explained.

"What do you mean not my type?!" I requested furiously, shecwas discriminating high school girls like me, was she?

"...It's not what you think... What I mean is tha--"

"What's wrong? Candice?" Someone asked suddenly.

I turned my head, and I saw a man with long, golden hair which was tied up. He was holding a cup of red wine in his hand.

"What's the problem?" He asked kindly.

"Er, this girl applied to be a waitress here," Candice told him about our situation.

"Hm really?" He seemed to be a bit surprised, "Any concerning letter as proof?"

"Here," Candice handed him the letter.

He read carefully, there was an awkward silence. Then he finally spoke, "This is an application letter, with no mistake, I supposed she has passed the test?"

"Yes," Candice replied, "Quite surprising."

"Hmmm alright then, you're in," He smiled, "I am Antoine, the boss here, nice to meet you."

"What?! But Antoine! She..." Candice seemed to be shocked for me being a waitress.

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