<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/EWNihKO.jpg)</div><div class="floatleft"></div><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 20pt;"><strong>Ayumi "Ayu-chan" Sakura</strong></span></span><br/><br/><hr/><br/><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>    </td><td>The early hours were usually the calmer part of the day, sometimes the queue didn't stretch further than a meter or two out on the street, but today, it was all out of control. The queue was far down the street, to the point of which they would likely get complaints for blocking off the pavement with their masses of people. It was usually excused and they didn't suffer much for it, but it was still a nuisance and led to unwanted and unnecessary work for those taking care of it.<br/><br/>For Ayumi however, it didn't matter for anything but her lunch break. Today was what they formally called a transition day, one of the days where they changed the outfits from maid uniforms to something special. It usually happened for a week each month or so, sometimes more often, normally for special occasions or if someone's wallet was deep enough, but for the most part, the classic skimpy french maid uniform was the staff. For this week, it was school uniforms, the typical sailor-uniform, complete with a skimpy skirt, thigh-high stockings, and even typical school shoes. There was still a standing offer for the "Master" or in this case, the "Senpai" to have the maid change, but it couldn't exactly be deemed popular, as the school uniforms seemed to be a hit.<br/><br/>Eventually however, Ayumi's break hit in. She was a few minutes late, it was incredibly hard to determine when the break would be set since after all, she couldn't leave a customer either, it would cost her her job. She finished giving the customer the service he deemed, which included playing a card-game and taking a photo while talking a little together. She had grown a bit more accustom to the plug, to the point of which she didn't notice it too much unless she was sitting down or getting up. She was doing her best to keep her skirt as far down as she could to avoid anyone being able to peek up her skirt, fearing that the plug would be visible.<br/><br/>She had changed back to her original outfit and quickly made her way to the rear entrance, she knew that Takahiro knew better than to try the front entrance, that was, unless he felt a sudden urge to stay out camping overnight to make sure he would get in in time.<br/><br/>"Sorry I'm a bit late, had to get changed" They were only renting the outfits, unsure if it would be a big enough hit to purchase them, they were after all not as cheap as one would think when not bought through a school. However, going by the success, they would most likely be purchased and used at a later point.<br/><br/>Even if she had tried to tell him that he shouldn't kiss her so much in public, she couldn't deny liking it a lot. She had stopped trying and instead just hoped nobody saw, her co-workers had joked about the fact that she lived with them both but wasn't in a relationship with either. The joke usually went along the lines of her picking one and giving the other to the girl who asked her. She usually tried to laugh it off, but some of them occasionally got really pushy, to the point of which it became uncomfortable.<br/><br/>And with that, they made their way to the place Takahiro had picked. Not a bad choice, she vaguely recalled having eaten there before at some point. She let Takahiro pick their seating, she knew what he was planning to do, he was just the type, nothing more complicated. It wasn't exactly shocking that they would be sitting on the same side of the table. She sat down and let him follow after her, biting her lip lightly when the plug surfaced, but tried to keep up appearances, looking away from the nurse to not appear as weird.<br/><br/>"I'll have... I'll have <em>Lunch set 3</em>" She said to the waitress, smiling kindly to the girl. She folded together the menu and handed it over to the waitress, trying to position her hands as best possible to cover for Takahiro's bold actions. The waitress finally moved away and Ayumi let out a sigh of relief, she was finally gone, if so only for half a minute before returning with their drinks. Her thighs were briefing towards one another lightly, rubbing towards his caressing hand, while she was trying to position her hands best possible for it to not look weird. She ended up leaning back with her hands in her lap, smiling over at Takahiro. "Try to be subtle at least, alright?" She whispered to him as she leaned up towards his shoulder, her head resting on it.<br/></td></tr></tbody></table>