Love Me Not Part 10

He was a weird person. Call me out with a note saying:

“Meet Me Afterschool, On the First Year’s Rooftop

I have something to talk about in private with you.

Saotome Makato-Class C”

                Isn’t this a type of note you give a girl when you’re trying to ask her out? Strange boy, but it seems like he was trying to do his job. I did research on him on the school computers during lunch in the computer lab. Hacking into the school student database is nothing for a neet like me. It wasn’t right hacking though; it was practically displayed there for any stranger to get into. The school’s student database information shield is too weak I could make a better one. It takes less than five minutes to get into. I should bring that up to that Saotome-kun next time. Either way he didn’t seem to be a bad person based off of his online school profile, or in real life it seems. He seems to think about his students a lot.

                “Hey Miss! Refill Please!”

                “Yes Master! One second please,” that’s right I’m working at a maid restaurant today.

                Maid Restaurant’s pay is really high. Just for running around serving people, calling them master, and dressing up as a maid of course. As long as you look “cute enough for the job” says my manger. She’s a total okatu. The maid restaurant is my main job. I work other odd jobs when I’m not working at the maid restaurant.

                It looks like a new “master” has come for me to take care of. “Welcome Back, Master” I bow the way my manger tells me to do.

                “Well this is a surprise,” I heard “master” say. His voice sounds familiar.

                “Is there something wrong?” it’s my manger’s voice, no mistaking that childish voice.

                “No, this is actually perfect. She just follows what I say right?” he sounds like a pervert. Of course with my head stilled bowed at this angle I can’t see his face.

                “Of course, as long it’s within our guidelines if you please.”

                “Your guidelines should be more than enough,” says the familiar voice. Arai Sho. That’s whose voice it was. I jerk my head up, looking at him straight in the eye. Hoping he gets my message I’m trying to transmit to him. But of course even if he gets it, he just does whatever he likes.