<strong>Name:</strong>Sakurako Miyazaki<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Looking/Please Ask<br/><strong>Looking:</strong>For a job<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Emma Qvigstad<br/><div class="floatleft">(http://img.rule34.xxx//images/1427/4c8019af4018ab2d0c56312056605ded3d3db589.jpeg?1504054)</div><br/>At least, whoever she was, Sakurako was finding the mystery woman to be quite personable. With a meek nod, the shy wallflower clearly hadn't gotten the double entendre as a result of her misplaced judgement. She lacked the luxury of having seen her recent parking job. It was just when the bashful bookworm took a seat across from the bespectacled beauty though that she blushed even harder at the mention of "Fetish Magazine". It would take a lot for her to get used to just have a place where she free to exist without problems. "Th-Thank you, M-Miss." She replied to the improvised compliment and offer of a drink.<br/><br/>Sakurako's trust in the white-haired woman's character was starting to wane a bit though as she treated the (notably attractive) waitress as if she were just a kiosk. While she was thankful for the opportunity to work, the amount of special requests she was laying on the humble employee was a bit much. "J-Just a chocolate m-milkshake is f-fine." She awkwardly replied, whispering a "Th-Thank you" to the waitress.