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

Miya stood at the kitchen doorway, her back pressed against the cold door frame, her heart pounding as if someone were drumming in her chest.

Her fingers twisted the edge of the white lace under her apron, her fingertips trembling slightly.

She took a deep breath and then secretly activated her skill. A semi-transparent panel, visible only to herself, appeared before her eyes, and the icon in the skill bar with half-open, half-closed eyes lit up.

[Observe words and expressions]

Lines of small text pop up on the panel.

【Target】:

Möbius

[Current Emotion]:

Exhaustion, irritability, loneliness.

Personality Tendencies:

They are conscientious and responsible, prefer solitude, lack patience for low-quality social interactions, and are easily moved by sincere little details.

[Preferences]:

A quiet environment, professional and attentive service, strong dark wines, desserts, and small animals.

Miya blinked, then closed the panel and silently reviewed all the information in her mind. Then she heard Flores' voice.

"Miya, come here for a moment."

Miya walked out of the kitchen door.

Her legs were a little weak, but her steps were steady.

The hem of the black and white maid outfit swayed gently with her steps, and the white ties of the apron swayed in a small arc behind her waist.

As she passed the bar, she saw Zimilu wiping a glass with a white cloth, her movements slower than usual, her deep purple eyes watching her.

Flores leaned against the other end of the bar, her arms crossed, the half-smile still lingering on her lips, but Mi Ye could sense that the boss's gaze was constantly following her.

Miya walked to Möbius's table and bowed slightly.

When the falsetto is set to the gentle setting, the voice sounds like warm milk with a spoonful of honey added.

Did you call me?

Möbius nodded, gesturing for her to sit down beside him.

According to regulations, waiters and guests need to maintain an appropriate distance, usually about half a body length.

Miya's rationality told her that she should sit about a fist and a hand's width away from Möbius, which would be neither too distant nor too offensive.

She took a deep breath and sat down.

Then, because she was nervous, she sat too close and pressed herself against Möbius.

The hem of the maid's outfit brushed against the trousers of the dark gray uniform, the edge of the white apron pressed against the side of Mebius's leg, and Miya's shoulder directly touched the other's arm.

She could feel the warmth of the arm beneath Mebius' uniform, seeping through the two layers of fabric.

Mebius froze, his back taut, his hand holding the wine glass suspended in mid-air.

She lowered her head and saw Mi Ye's face up close.

She had just been sitting at the bar and had seen the little maid from afar.

She has short, light blonde hair, white hair accessories, a petite figure, and delicate features.

But at that time, from a distance, she only thought the waitress was good-looking and quite cute.

Now this face is right next to her, less than a hand's width away.

Mebius noticed a detail he hadn't noticed before.

Mi Ye's eyelashes were a very pale gold, almost transparent under the light, like two thin cicada wings.

Her nose was slightly upturned, her lips were pursed gently due to nervousness, and her cheeks were slightly puffed out, like a small animal that had accidentally fallen into a formal occasion.

Mebius's face turned red instantly.

Her ears were very white, usually hidden under her short hair and not very noticeable, but now that they were red, it looked like someone had dropped a drop of pale pink ink on a white sheet of paper.

The number of bullet comments has increased several times compared to when the show first started, but back then most people were still discussing the store's previous trending topics, the whereabouts of the little maid, and why the check-up period was brought forward to October this year.

The style of bullet comments has completely changed now.

"Sit down, sit down, sit down!!"

"Wait, isn't she sitting too close?"

"That little maid is practically glued to Möbius!!!"

"Hahahaha, Mebius is blushing!!"

"Oh my god, her ears are so red!"

"I'm totally shipping them! I'm totally shipping them!"

"Wait, these two seem kind of chemistry?"

Mebius couldn't see the comments on the screen, and she was even breathing very softly.

Miya froze.

She knew she had sat down the moment she sat down.

too close.

Too close, too close, too close!!

Her right shoulder was pressed against Möbius's left arm, the puff sleeves of her maid outfit were squeezed up slightly, and the edge of her apron was brushing against his uniform trousers. The white lace and the dark gray uniform fabric were pressed together, creating a striking contrast that seemed intentional.

She should have moved aside immediately, but she didn't dare to.

Because if she suddenly moved to the side, Mebius might misunderstand and think that he disliked her and that she didn't want to sit next to him.

If Mebius feels offended and gives a low score to the service quality section on the evaluation form, then all the efforts of everyone tonight will have been wasted.

Her back was straight, her hands were neatly placed on her knees, her legs were together, knees touching, and her toes were slightly turned inward.

The maid's skirt covered her thighs, and her white stockings shimmered softly under the light.

The two of them sat side by side like that.

Finally, Mebius spoke.

"...Do you usually sit this close?"

Miya opened her mouth, intending to lie and cover it up.

And then the result of "reading between the lines" suddenly popped into my head.

Mebius is touched by sincere little details.

Let's tell the truth then.

"I...I'm so nervous."

Miya's voice was so soft it sounded like it was being choked, but her falsetto was still steady.

"My knee buckled a little when I sat down, and I accidentally... accidentally touched you."

Mebius did not answer immediately.

She looked down and saw that Miya's fingers, resting on her knees, were unconsciously twisting the edge of her apron.

It seems this little maid is really nervous; her fingers are trembling, yet she's still trying her best to smile.

Mebius felt his heart beat a little faster for no apparent reason.

She has seen many waiters.

During her inspection career at the association, she visited various upscale bars and restaurants and met all kinds of service staff.

Some are so ingratiating that they make you uncomfortable, some deliberately keep their distance and seem aloof, and some are so skilled that you can't find fault with them but they are also devoid of warmth. This little maid is different from all of them.

She's so cute.