The Succubi Queen
Ethereal Goddess
Mariko “Mari” Handa
Mari hadn’t been expecting much from today. She didn’t have the sunrise shift at the cafe, thankfully, but she always seemed to oversleep just a bit on the days she didn’t have to come in until after they opened. She stretched up, taking in the morning sun- and then realized the time. “Crap, not again!” She muttered, stumbling out of bed and yanking her work pants out of her drawer. She was almost running out- she’d have to do laundry this weekend. She grabbed her white shirt and her apron, stuffing the apron in her bag before pulling the shirt on over her tanktop. She buttoned her shirt as she ran out the door, shouting a quick “Good morning! Bye!” to her parents.
About 15 minutes later, she made her way into the back room of the cafe, and gave a sheepish grin to the baker still on duty, Tom. “Sorry, sorry! You go home and get some sleep now!” Tom nodded, leaving without a word. He had always been rather quiet, so she didn't think he was pissed at her. She was oddly grateful for her uncanny ability to read people at moments like this. Still, she'd make it up to him later- he did like her snickerdoodles. She could make an extra dozen today "by accident" and leave them for him.
She peered out into the dining room- only one customer right now, and it seemed Sky was waiting on him. Sky looked a little off, like she was uncomfortable- was the guy being a creep? She listened in closely for a moment, to see if she could here what was being said? The guy seemed like the quiet type, only ordering a coffee. She made a mental note to check in with Sky next time she was in the kitchen.
But, the guy hadn't ordered any food! Perfect, she wouldn't have any orders for a bit. So now Mari just had to start on the dough for the afternoon, and set to icing the cakes for the rest of the day. Someone had ordered a chocolate cake with ganache for later in the day, and Mari had to finish icing it. She always got stuck on caking because the manager insisted she made the best ganache. She didn't mind, but she did prefer the earliest morning shifts- she got the breakfast rush and some alone time in the kitchen. Hey, at least it wasn't fondant.