Miss Witch, even if we're poor, we can't sell ourselves!

Zimi Lu peeked out from behind the bar and waved to Mi Ye.

"Miya, a customer has requested your services."

Miya was squatting in the corner of the bar, secretly eating a small cookie that Korika had given her, when she heard this and almost choked.

She took a sip of water, swallowed the biscuit, and bumped her knee on the edge of the bar when she stood up.

"Coming, coming!"

She tugged at the edge of her apron, straightened her crooked headband, took a deep breath, and jogged in the direction Zimi Lu had indicated, where she saw her first customer.

It was a witch sitting in the very corner of the bar.

Her long, dark brown hair was loosely tied into a low ponytail, with a few stray strands falling down her sides, and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses perched on her nose.

The collar of the white shirt was slightly open, and the sleeves were rolled up to the elbows, revealing a section of beautifully shaped forearm.

She rested her chin on one hand, her slender fingers unconsciously twirling an empty wine glass, her eyes half-closed as she looked at the wine rack behind the bar, exuding an aura of a desperate, overworked office worker.

pretty.

And she has a great figure too.

Miya's pace slowed involuntarily.

She looked down at her maid outfit, and standing in front of this mature and elegant witch, she looked like a child who had wandered onto the wrong set.

My face was starting to feel hot.

No, no, no, this is work, this is your first customer, you can't mess up the first order!

She took a deep breath, took small steps to the corner booth, folded her hands in front of her apron, and bowed respectfully.

"Hello! I'm Miya, the newcomer! Nice to meet you!"

silence.

"Don't be so nervous."

The guest's voice was low, and although it sounded tired, it was surprisingly gentle.

"Please have a seat."

Mi Ye felt as if she had been granted a pardon and carefully sat down on the sofa next to the guest.

Then she realized she didn't know what to say next.

According to Corica's training, she should first get close to the guests and then subtly promote the drinks.

But when she looked at the dark circles under the guest's eyes and the redness around his eyes, all the prepared words got stuck in her throat.

This person seems to be the same as myself in my past life, when I worked as a security guard at a subway station during summer vacation to earn pocket money.

I stand for eight hours every day, without even eating dinner, and then collapse on the bed when I get back to my rented room.

I open my phone; the message list is completely empty, as if the whole world has forgotten me.

Mi Ye was silent for a few seconds, then stood up, bent down and unfastened the buckles on her little leather shoes.

She neatly placed the two shoes next to the sofa.

The guest looked up at her, a hint of confusion flashing in his deep blue eyes.

Miya offered no explanation.

She stepped barefoot onto the sofa cushions and walked behind the guest.

The sofa was wide, and her small feet made no sound as they stepped on the leather surface.

Then she reached out and placed her hands on the guest's shoulders, the muscles beneath her fingertips as hard as a rock.

"I'm sorry, I was rude."

Miya's voice was very soft, but she did not stop moving, her thumb slowly pushing upwards along the tendons on the inside of the guest's shoulder blade.

"But you look very tired."

The guest did not answer.

Miya continued speaking, her hands never stopping.

"It was like this when I was working. My feet would swell up from standing all day. It was so tiring."

She paused.

"What industry are you in? You look...like you work at a school?"

The guest remained silent for a long time. So long that Miya began to wonder if she had said something wrong and prepared to jump off the sofa to apologize.

"...Academy".

The guest's voice was very soft, as if it came from the bottom of a deep well.

"Academician of the Magic Academy."

Miya paused for a moment.

academician?

Although she didn't know much about the world, she still knew what an academician was.

That's the highest level of academic title, even higher than professor, and it represents someone who stands at the very top of the field.

This guest, who looks like he barely has the strength to speak, is actually an academician?

"You must have overused your brain today."

Miya's fingers started moving again, pressing down harder.

"This spot is really tight, you've been looking down and writing for too long. Let me loosen it up for you. It might be a little sore, please bear with it."

The guest did not object.

Miya's fingers slowly pushed upwards along both sides of her cervical spine, drawing small circles near the Fengchi acupoint with her thumb.

In her past life, she worked at a physical therapy shop and learned some massage techniques, which she is now putting to good use.

"I don't think I've introduced myself yet. My name is Mi Ye, and I'm a new hostess at this bar. Today is my first day on the job, and you're the first customer to request me."

She said softly as she massaged her.

"To be honest, I'm not very good at this line of work. I've memorized all the sales pitches the manager taught me, but when I saw you just now, I forgot them all. Hmm... It's so nice to meet such a kind customer like you."

The guest's body gradually relaxed under her massage.

"...You're very good with words."

"No, I'm just telling the truth."

"Is that Moonlight Amber drink your shop's signature dish?"

The guest's voice was slightly lighter than before.

Miya paused for a moment, then nodded frantically.

"Yes, the purple rice pudding is said to be made with gin as a base, with added honey and lemon. It has a very refreshing taste and is not too strong."

Do you prefer strong or low-alcohol beverages?

"It will be all right."

"Would you like to try a glass? If you find it too weak, we also have Nightingale's Song, which is based on whiskey."

The guest turned his head slightly, his deep blue eyes looking over the edge of his gold-rimmed glasses at Mi Ye.

His gaze lingered for a moment, then he gave a slight smile.

"...Then let's have one of each."

Miya almost jumped off the sofa.

"Okay! I'll go tell Zimi Lu right away!"

She jumped off the sofa, put on her little shoes, ran a couple of steps, then suddenly stopped, turned around, and bowed to the guest again.

"Oh, by the way, I still don't know your name—"

The guest looked up, a hint of a smile in his voice.

Meredith.