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“Will that be all for today, ma’am?” Notepad in hand, Kanon made sure to mind her manners, lest she get yelled at again by her sister. “Or would you like anything else?”
Chisato put a thoughtful finger to her chin, eyes focused on the ceiling of the cafe. “Hmm.” After a few moments, she apparently made up her mind, and turned her gaze towards Kanon. “How much for a moment of your time?”
Chuckling, Kanon pulled out the chair across from Chisato at the small table and sat down. “For you, that’s always free.” She plopped her notepad on the desk and felt her muscles relax. “I am sorry that we haven’t spent much time together lately, though,” she said, leaning back in the chair. “But between practicing with Margarete and Tomari-chan and schoolwork and working here, well, you know.”
“Hmph.” Resting her chin in her hand, Chisato looked smug. “Don’t think for a moment Liella will go easy on you. We’re going to Love Live, with or without you.”
Kanon took the pen out of her apron pocket and began to total up Chisato’s bill. “I wouldn’t want it any other way,” she said, smiling. “Did you have one cafe au lait or two?”
“One cafe au lait and one latte.” Chisato began to tidy up the dishes on her side of the table. “Does your mom ever yell at you for sitting down on the job?”
Shrugging, Kanon looked around at the quiet cafe, glad that the lunch rush had calmed down. Their voices were the only ones heard over the sound of soft orchestral music played through the cafe’s speakers. “Eh, sometimes, but it’s dead now. You know,” Kanon said, pointing to the ceiling with her pen, “I played idol songs over the stereo system once, but Aria yelled at me, saying it didn’t fit the cafe vibe.”
“Too bad. You should have an idol night once in a while.” Chisato formed her hands into a circle, winking. “Idols working at an idol cafe! It all goes round and round!”
Laughing, Kanon pulled her phone out of her pocket. “I’ll, uh, take it up with upper management.” She opened up the calculator app and began to add up Chisato’s bill. She felt something soft and warm brush against her shin and thought it was Manmaru patrolling the floor, but she saw the owl sleeping in his perch near the door. Now she felt it on her other leg as well, and the sensation moved up her body, now rubbing across her knees. I picked the wrong day to wear a skirt at work, Kanon thought, and she nearly giggled when her thighs were tickled. It was only when she felt the soft pads of Chisato’s toes on her skin that she realized that Chisato was teasing her under the table. And I thought she was just wearing sandals because of the hot weather! Kanon cleared her throat and tried to write down Chisato’s total, but the touch of Chisato’s big toes against her inner thighs caused her pen to scribble off the side of the paper. She bent herself forward, feeling the blood rush to her cheeks. “Chisato, please,” she said, her voice a low hiss. “My mom is, like, right there!”
“Hmm hmm.” Chisato looked victorious, her lips curled up nearly to her ears. “Don’t underestimate the flexibility of a dancer. And just how do you think you can beat us if you can’t even win against my feet?”
“I don’t think that’s part of the contest!” Her breath growing ragged, Kanon tried to think about dance choreography to take her mind off the tickling sensation on her skin, but her thoughts kept imagining Chisato’s toned legs spearing the air, muscle rippling under the smooth skin. The sound of wood scraping against the floor echoed through the cafe when Kanon jumped in her chair. Chisato’s feet had traveled right up Kanon’s thighs, her toes scrabbling at the skin near her most sensitive area. Kanon squeezed the pen in her grip, feeling her heartbeat pounding in her chest. She had missed Chisato’s touch so badly, but she didn’t want to be caught making inappropriate noises at work. “Chii-chan, I give! What-what do you want?!”
Chisato’s toes gently raked over Kanon’s thighs, back and forth. “Give me something sweet. On the house.”
“Fine!” Knowing it wouldn’t be added to Chisato’s bill, Kanon tore the slip of paper from her notepad and slid it across the table. “Something sweet, coming right up.” She felt Chisato’s soft feet exit her skirt, dragging her soles along Kanon’s skin the whole way. Standing up on wobbly legs, Kanon sidled up to Chisato’s side, placing her hand on Chisato’s reddening cheek. Apparently taken by surprise, Chisato’s mouth formed a perfectly round O, which made things a little bit sloppy when Kanon kissed her. With her eyes closed, Kanon could only guess how silly Chisato’s face looked, but Kanon wasn’t about to let her teasing go unpunished. Chisato’s lips tasted like coffee and powdered sugar from all the cookies she ate. Feeling like she made her point, Kanon broke the kiss and licked her lips. “Hmm. I think I roasted those beans a little too long.”
Looking like she had just crawled out of a spinning washing machine, Chisato shuffled her feet back into her sandals and stood up, pink frosting from a cookie smeared across her cheek. She grabbed her bill and stumbled over to the counter, where Kanon’s mom was busy restocking cookies. Chisato slipped the slip across the counter. “S-sup!”
“Hello again, dear.” Kanon’s mother grabbed the bill and began to punch the buttons on the register. Her face scrunched up, as if she was having trouble deciphering Kanon’s handwriting. “Everything alright today?”
“It was… round!” Chisato paid her bill and dropped a coin on her way out, which rolled under a table. Not stopping to pick it up, she opened the door, passing under Manmaru before entering the street.
“Hmph.” Feeling self-satisfied, Kanon leaned over the table and began to clean up Chisato’s dishes. “I’m no lightweight anymore.” As she stood up, cups and plates stacked neatly in her arms, she made eye contact with Aria, who held a bag of coffee under her arm.
Smiling gently, Aria’s eyes twinkled behind her glasses. “Guess I didn’t need to worry about you two after all!”