Satou Yunona

December 6, 2013, 3:45 p.m.

"Here's your mocha. Please enjoy it." With neat, efficient movements, the girl placed the coffee from her tray in front of one of the café's few customers. Her expression was calm and cold—not deliberate arrogance, but simply an emotionless look. Even so, it did nothing to diminish the popularity and enthusiasm inspired by her rare foreign hair and eye colors and exquisite features.

In the two weeks since Su Qing'an's café had finally begun operating normally, its customer flow had increased dramatically.

Most of its popularity came from Kiana. The rest, well, was Su Qing'an's doing.

A café with a mysterious opening date, excellent décor, and a prime location near the academy had a teenage boy as its manager and barista, along with a silver-haired foreign girl as its waitress—and the two of them made quite the couple.

Both of them were exceptionally good-looking, too.

That was the key point. After all, no matter what world one was in, most humans were appearance-oriented.

So after some bored customer posted photos of the two of them and the café's address on Twitter, the happy days when they could openly play games together in duo mode and slack off because there were no customers came to an end.

Su Qing'an didn't care whether the café opened or not, but so Kiana wouldn't feel guilty about eating and drinking for free every day and come up with excuses to pay her a salary, he still dutifully opened the doors. As for whether his middle-school dream of becoming a café owner had played a part in that decision, nobody knew.

The café opened at nine in the morning and closed at four-thirty in the afternoon. If necessary, they would even close a few hours early.

People online had already begun complaining about how arbitrary the café's manager was.

Only the café's true regulars knew that this little bit of slacking could even be called arbitrary. For Su Qing'an, this already counted as following a regular schedule.

Take the girl sitting inside the café, for example. She wore Chiyou Academy's high school uniform. Her small face, propped up in one hand, was not beautiful so much as pretty. Her hair, hanging loose down to her waist, was a very pale shade of purple. At that moment, her emerald-green eyes were fixed on Kiana's cold face, and the corners of her lips lifted into a smile.

"When I first heard that the manager had hired a waitress, I was shocked. Hee hee, no matter how you look at her, Kiana is ridiculously pretty. No wonder the manager made an exception and hired a waitress." The girl took a sip of coffee, seemingly recalling something amusing, and teased, "By the way, Kiana, did you know that people online are shipping you and the manager? Being too good-looking comes with all sorts of troubles, huh? Hahahaha. Oh, and by the way, I'm on the manager-in-a-dress side."

A faint blush spread across Kiana's face, and her cold expression finally cracked. She gritted her teeth and whispered, "Satou Yunona, enough already. It's one thing for those idiots online to joke around, but why are you joining in? And what the heck is this 'manager-in-a-dress side'? If Su Qing'an hears you, your coffee is going to be filled with sugar cubes from now on."

As one of Su Qing'an's few regular customers, Satou Yunona's taste in coffee was clearly very different from that of ordinary high school girls. After all, this café was eccentric enough to use genuine coffee beans in even its ordinary mochas instead of the more popular and cheaper chocolate syrup. Combined with its arbitrary opening hours, that meant only a small number of people came regularly.

Satou Yunona really disliked too much sweetness in her coffee. Sure enough, after hearing Kiana's threat, the girl put on a bored expression. "Kiana, you really can't take a joke. By the way, aren't you even a little interested in the manager-in-a-dress side?" In the blink of an eye, Satou Yunona's expression became animated again.

"C-Completely not interested! Let's just forget that kind of weird fetish!" For some reason, there was a trace of hesitation and wavering in Kiana's voice.

Satou Yunona, however, failed to notice. Instead, she wore a disappointed expression, looking like a believer whose attempt to proselytize had failed.

"All right. By the way, I heard from the manager that you're transferring to Chiyou Academy tomorrow, Kiana. Oh, I'm kind of looking forward to it. Since we're both first-years, it would be great if you transferred into our class. Then we could go to and from school together." Satou Yunona's mood and thoughts shifted with remarkable speed. She was undoubtedly a perfectly normal girl for her age. At that moment, she seemed to be happily imagining having a new friend in her class.

"Satou Yunona... Which class are you in?" For some reason, Kiana had a bad feeling.

"Class One. How about it, how about it? Are you transferring into Class One?" Satou Yunona looked at Kiana with a face full of anticipation.

"tsk." Her intuition really hadn't been wrong. Kiana made an extremely faint sound of displeasure.

"You just tsked, didn't you? Kiana, that's so mean!" Satou Yunona's hearing was unexpectedly sharp.

"No, that was your imagination. And yes, I am transferring into Class One."

With an expressionless, coldly perfunctory reply, Kiana stated the truth and smoothly diverted the girl's attention. Looking at Satou Yunona's beaming face, she had a feeling her future school life would not be peaceful.

Although Satou Yunona was an honest and innocent normal high school girl, the occasional dark side she revealed was still a little too much for Kiana to handle.

"All right. Take your time drinking your coffee. I'm going back to work." Seeing the new customers at the door, Kiana picked up her tray and turned away.

"Mm-hmm! Do your best, Kiana." Satou Yunona was in such a good mood that she didn't mind Kiana's coldness at all.

Well, perhaps to Satou Yunona, that coldness only added to her beauty.

Even someone like her, who could be called a beauty with just a little makeup, couldn't resist Kiana's looks. With the added elements of her foreign origins and silver hair, she could already imagine the lively scene of Kiana being surrounded by people in class the next day.

In fact, in some ways, girls sometimes enjoyed looking at beautiful girls even more than men did.

That was even more true in the world of Honkai Impact 3rd.

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