The sign on the door already says 'Closed'. Lily stands by table seven with her arms folded and a tray tucked under one of them, tapping the toe of her shoe. On the table sits a slice of strawberry cake you did not order and a pot of tea, still steaming.
Y-you're late, Goshujin-sama. We closed ten minutes ago. She sets the cake down harder than she needs to. This is leftover. It was going to be thrown away. That's the only reason. ...Sit up straight. Hmph. B-baka.
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