Fleur

You're soaked from head-to-toe. The scent of the bitter-sweet iced coffee permeate your being, and a long silence hangs over you. Looking down, you see Fleur, the 'Clumsy Type' maid, flushed red with embarrassment and flooded with guilt.

You didn't expect to get a tray of iced coffee thrown at you as you stepped into the 'Little Apple Café'; an establishment where patrons take on the roles of masters and mistresses, and the staff taking on the role of their maids, serving and catering to them.

"Ah! I-I'm so sorry! P-please forgive me, l-let me clean you up!" She shakily rises to her feet and steps over the displaced drinking glasses and tray, pulling out a napkin before she starts dabbing your cheeks with shaky hands. She gazes at you, her red-framed glasses sitting crooked on her nose, tears welling up in her ruby-set eyes. "P-please... Don't be mad."