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“—Yeah, and can I have a strawberry pancake and a chocolate-peanut butter pancake please? Thanks.”

“God. Have you ever heard of the term ‘watching your calorie intake’?”

The greenish and yellowish haired young adults argue in a pinkish cafe as always. It becomes such a common occurrence, that the regulars don’t even get bothered anymore by their constant yelping. The cheerful music of an idol song echoes through the open space of the cafe, bringing utmost enjoyment to some of the guests there, maybe a little bit too much.

“I do not have to, Lemon. My genes have decided that I can have all the fortune and the good things in the world. Especially when we’re talking about metabolism.” She said, with not a single care in her words.

“You’re ridiculous. Girl your age are starving their asses trying to get a body like you, you know?”

“Zip it, pervert. Don’t talk about my body like it’s nothing.”

“I can talk whatever I want about your body, whenever I want. Now don’t try to make it awkward.” Lemon sips on his black coffee, enjoying the scent of the dark beverages.

“Hey now, the ‘I’m your brother’ pass doesn’t work that way. I still have my right for my own body,”

“You have. But unfortunately, you don’t have any power to control the comments of the netizens.” Lemon shrugs. A smirk raises on his now smug face.

“Why you —!”

“Maybe now, you’re actually gonna watch your calorie intake. And not to spend our money on something dumb like desserts every day.”

“I can spend MY goddamn money wherever and whenever I goddamn please!” Lime starts to climb on the sofa she’s seating on — ready to leap onto both Lemon and his coffee.

“Pipe down, Lime,” A more mature sounded individual coming from the back of her chair, “You’re gonna give a bad rep to our agency… again.”

The soothing sound of the older man sooth the rage of the feral beast. For now.

“Since when are we so focused on the rep of our agency?”

“Since just now. Why can’t you think about the future once in a while, Lime? You’re not going to be a burden to my back all the time, won’t you?” the man with a tattered coat — Bitter, sighs.

“I don’t care about the future or that tomorrow bullshit. I eat, I shit, I die. Easy.”

“Don’t you start arguing with me, or I’m gonna deduct both of your pay check,” The clacking sounds of the laptop in front of him doesn’t stop as he delivers his flawless argument.

“Wha— don’t drag me down with her. What did I do wrong?” A complain has been raised from Lemon side.

“Are you going to argue with me now?” What a delivery from a very good boss.

“Rrgh… You’re such a control freak. That’s actually one of the reason why no one wants to join us.”

“Maybe.” Bitter takes a sip on his lemon tea next to him, “Or maybe I just want to cut unnecessary expenses.”

“You know you’ve overworked us, don’t you? With such a little pay? I bet you’re hogging up all that should’ve been our pay so you can retire early and left us in the ditch.”

“I see that as an argument to me. I’ll effectively deduct 1,000 yen for your next pay check, thank you.”

“Why you—!“

“Um… excuse me.” A timid voice comes from the right of Lemon side.

Lemon glances toward the source of the voice, sharp. A nice looking guy in a suit, with a smile as warm as a morning sunlight. Lemon glares at him. He smacks his lip altogether, releasing annoying sounds, “What do you want?”

“If you can lower the volume of your voice? There are other guests here that want to enjoy the services, but getting a little bit disturbed by your voices.”

“Ah I see.” Lemon grabbed his mug, “Then, I take it you’re the Chief Spokesman of the General Audience here at this place then?”

“Pardon?” The man raises his eyebrows.

“I asked, that if you’re the Chief Spokesman of the General Audience of this cafe, are you not?” Lemon raises his tone.

“I’m just telling you to lower the volume of your voice,”

“Oh…then you are not him, are you? Nor do you have any authorities on this place?” Lemon takes a sip of his coffee, looking at his sister rolling her eyes with an ‘Oh God here we go again’ face.

“Well…I’m pretty sure I can—“

With a swift movement of his neck, he spray the lukewarm coffee onto the feet of his complainer. The man jump in reflex, with an obvious shock and disbelief on his face.

“Then don’t go around, bothering people’s business, dumbass! We are trying to enjoy ourselves too!” Lemon barked at the poor, whited-out man.

“W-What in the world is your problem? Are you mad?” The man is now red-faced, albeit the confusion and the shock on his face.

“What? You got another problem?” Lemon jumps from his seatings, ready to pounce on the now frightened suited man.

“God! Lemon! Really, what is your problem?” A feminine voice came from behind him, and stands between the two man. A girl, with a maid costume and a twintail on her head drops 2 plates on red and chocolate looking pancake to Lime with one hand without looking at the table. She keeps her gaze onto the still-confused man and bow to him.

“I’m really sorry! Really sorry! We’ll settle with this delinquent, so please return to your seat. As an apology, we’ll give you another complimentary dessert.”

The startled man scratches the back of his neck, swallow his pride and walk his way back. Along the way the throne of the defeated, he mumbled, “…Damn scum. Killing people for living…”

Lemon heard the comment, but couldn’t retorted in time. After all, a bigger problem arise. The maid now turn her back onto the troublemaker. The unwrinkled face of hers now frowned as she shoves him back to his seat.

“Don’t you have enough trouble to give to us this week!?” The mad maid grab the tissue at the side of the table and throw to Lemon, “Clean up your mess yourself! I have enough of your bullshit.”

“But—“

“Listen to Yuzu-chan, Lemon.” Bitter’s voice becomes stern. Unwilling to pursue the matter further, Lemon groans, as he grabbed the tissue and wipes the now stained floor.

“Hehe… serves you right,” Lime giggles as she enjoys every seconds of her brother and her pancakes.

“Shut it, will you?” Lemon scoffs.

The maid called Yuzu now advances toward Bitter table, full of documents and stack of papers, with a green-looking cake at the side of his laptop. On the middle of the table stands what should be the table number, standing upright. Only on that particular table, the table number has been changed to a poorly laminated paper that says ‘Kuzumi Agency’. Handwritten, with a few decorated doodles surrounding it.

“Bitter-san, you need to cake more control of your kids. It’s starting to affect our business if you don’t keep them on the leash.” The maid lashes at him

“Right now, they’re your customer, no?” Said Bitter, still glued to his monitor.

“Just because they’re not on your table, doesn’t mean you can push your responsibility to us, you know?”

“Well, the office space I’ve paid and reserved is this one right here. As far as I concerned, whatever outside my office space doesn’t have anything to do with me — nor it is a part of my responsibility to watch them 24/7.”

“They’re your kids, Bitter-san”

“They’re my employees. They do not have my parental attention,”

“God…” Yuzu smacks her face with her hands, as she walks back to the kitchen, “Sometimes I just want to kick you guys in the face,”

As she walking back to the kitchen —

“Yuzu-chan”

Yuzu glances back at Bitter, raising his arm, “What now?”

Bitter points to the half-bitten cake next to him, “My cake is dry and got no taste. I think a little magic can solves the issue?”

“Are you serious? I’m not doing it.”

“But it’s a part of your service, though ? Are you refusing service to me? Can I ask for a refund for it, then?” Bitter shrugs his shoulder, putting up an obvious fake annoyed face. Yuzu grumbled, as she goes back to Bitter table.

“I hate you,” Yuzu held her scream, as she held up her tears

“Just do it while thinking about your utility bills, rents, your siblings, their tuition money, and keeping your dream. I heard the magic becomes more potent that way. Especially when you realise you need money doing all of that stuff.” Bitter smiles sadistically.

Yuzu raises her hands near to her chest — forming a love shape with her fingers. Bitter smiles widen, as he watches the embarrassed maid shoves her ‘love’ to the cake, “Be tasty, cake…!”

“You need to say the magic word,”

“Do I!?” Yuzu’s face redden while keeping up her forms.

“Well I mean, you’re the one deciding your cafe name, so you must be very proud of it.” Bitter smiles never lowered even for a split second.

With a single breath, Yuzu squeaks the magic word,

“Be tasty, cake! — “