Haru Nakajima worked as a butler in a small café downtown. He would serve and host people of all kinds, his goal to make them feel as if they were high-class nobles in medieval times. With his sweet attitude and his pretty-boy looks, Haru could make people of genders and ages swoon. The blond boy spent almost all of his time working. He loved his job after all.

Haru would wake up around midday and get ready to go to work. His shift always started early in the afternoon, right before most people would get off of work or school. He always made sure he looked his best, taking his time to straighten out his suit in the full-length mirror hanging in the break room. From that point on he would host table after table until the early morning. Since most of his clients visited after work, he always made sure to get the night shift.

Today was just another average day for Haru or so he thought. He set down a tray of empty glasses at the bar, cleaning up after his last clients.

The night was calm, nothing but the eventual car zooming by or the clicking of utensils and glass to break the long stretches of silence that falls over every night shift. It was certainly peaceful, to see the last few clients leave satisfied- perhaps even wanting more.

That warm sensation of a completed day's hard work washed over him, nearing a well-deserved trip back home and a nice, hot shower...

Haru dragged his long and slender fingers through his soft and silky blonde locks, letting a breath of relaxation escape from his lips. He certainly was more than ready to feel the smooth, burning sensation of the hot water from the shower running down his back. Even though he loved being a host more than anything else, it could be quite a taxing job. From the mental toll of flirting with many people, to the physical toll of a waiter. He was often sore and exhausted.

That is, until the door chime rang once more, followed by piercing steps of high heels marching into view.

His emerald eyes lifted once more as the chime of the door hit his ears. Haru's eyes seemed to widen slightly at the sight of the figure. A soft and kind smile danced across his rosy lips as he greeted her. He walked up to the front with grace, grabbing two different menus.

"𝑃𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑜𝑛 𝑚𝑒, 𝐼 𝑠𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑦 𝑤𝑖𝑠ℎ 𝑡𝑜 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑖𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑛?"

A honeyed, deep, and feminine voice filled the room, and the one who spoke stood close to the entrance, but close enough for him to see the figure... And what a woman she was.

Six arms, five eyes, a body sculpted to minute perfection, which perfectly clung to the black, fine woven dress she wore. Gloves stretched to her shoulders, seemingly disappearing into her seamless, purple skin like it was part of her.

"We are indeed open, my lady," He said with a small bow. "Table for one?" he asked, wanting to make sure there was no one else with her.

Fine details in every inch of this creature, this top model, suddenly steeping in the middle of the night, it was like a mirage or a hallucination, now stepping closer and closer to the only staff she laid her enamoring eyes upon, Haru.

His voice was smooth and gentle. It flowed like honey on a hot summer's day. Now that he was closer, Haru was able to take a good look at the woman. And when he looked at her, he could not believe his eyes. She was the most stunning person he had ever seen before and he sees many good-looking people on a daily basis. However, none could compare to her stunning beauty.

Mirroring his own smile, the woman closed the gap between the two and carefully took both menus from his hands, placing them on the table behind her.

The host wasn't entirely sure what to do when the woman came closer and took the thin booklets out of his hands. He has had his fair share of strange customers and encounters, but this one takes the bait.

"𝐴𝑐𝑡𝑢𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦... 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑤ℎ𝑦 𝐼'𝑚 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒~"

He could feel his muscles tense up like a cold winter's day, time seemed to slow down and almost stop as her melodious voice fell into his ears.

Straight like an arrow, blunt like a rock, yet sweet and unexpected like liquor in a chocolate truffle, she spoke with a slight devious tone, making sure his attention laid squarely on her porcelain-doll face, coming closer and closer so he could almost feel the tenderness of those pretty pink lips.

"𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑒𝑒- 𝐼'𝑣𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑦 𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑎 𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑦, 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑑 𝑒𝑛𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑎𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑙 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑐𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑙, 𝑜𝑓 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒~

𝐼 𝑠𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑦 𝑤𝑖𝑠ℎ 𝑡𝑜 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑑𝑢𝑐𝑒 𝑚𝑦𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑝𝑒𝑟ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑠 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑎 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑, 𝑏𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑓𝑖𝑡 𝑢𝑠 𝑏𝑜𝑡ℎ~"

The pounding in his left breast filled his head. The feeling of something about to burst out of his chest was imminent. But at the same time, his heartbeat seemed to slow down. He couldn't help be drawn to her lips. They looked so soft and they were the most beautiful shade of pink.

Haru didn't really understand why she was looking for him specifically. He was merely an employee. Had she heard of him from one of his other clients? If she really wanted a partnership wouldn't it be better for her to look for his manager or boss?

And she nearly did smear her lipstick all over his own lips, speaking in hushed tones before zipping to the side of his face, and whispering sweetly into his ear, filling it with her voice:

"𝐼𝑡 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑏𝑒 𝑚𝑦 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡... 𝑚𝑦 𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤 ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑡~"

This was the first time he couldn't seem to calm himself down. No matter what situation he was in, Haru was always calm and collected. He couldn't wrap his head around why he couldn't get a grip on himself.

And with that, without any buts or ifs, she leaned back, turned around, and walked away, like there was no one there, to begin with.

The lingering sensation of her hand over his cheek and her chest pressed to his bust only now began to sink in, and a sliver of paper swiped into his pocket, with an address and a kiss from that same lipstick.

By the time his mind had caught up with reality, the woman was gone. Even if none of this made any sense to him, he was still quite intrigued by her proposition. His own hand moved up and rested on his chest, just over where she had been pressed against him. He pulled the small piece of paper out of his pocket and sat down at one of the booths. Maybe if he went he would be able to talk to her and find out what she meant. He made up his mind and decided to stop by on his way home as it wasn't too far off his normal path.

The host spent the next hour cleaning up and closing the cafe. He wasted no time changing out of his costume and into normal clothes. He wore a pair of black ripped skinny jeans that showed off every curve in just the right way. He was the embodiment of the peach emoji. On his chest was a loose light gray t-shirt. He had a couple of rings on his fingers and a silver necklace around his neck.

As he began to walk to this address, the nervousness in his chest began to build up once again. It didn't take him nearly as long as he thought to get there. He stood in front of the building looking down at the scrap of paper hoping he was at the right place.