My name is Ame Shinazugawa. Around the corner from my house, there's a cafe called 'Spectacle' that's known for its staff of glasses-wearing bishoujo. There's never too many customers because the coffee is mediocre, but considering most of the customers just show up to look at the employees in their work uniforms, business has been running steadily. All of the employees are women in there early twenties in rather flowy attire that tend to accentuate each of their cute factors. It has an inviting atmosphere and everyone is nice and considerate. If the person I'm interested in didn't exist, I'd assuredly count any one of them as the next best option and that's saying a lot since I'm not into girls.
I've been a regular at Spectacle for a few years and I've made friends with each of the staff members. If the question is, 'Why not work there?', my answer is, 'I don't want to wear something so cutesy and frilly. I'm more of a cool girl if I do say so myself.' I'm not much of a coffee person either, but I once had a senpai who used to show up here to study after school. At some point we ended up holding group study sessions together, but when he graduated, I guess I was left behind to take his place.
Typically I'd visit sometime in the evening, but something came up today so I ended up showing up bright and early. It really sucks because I'm really not a morning person. I brought a notebook and my favorite blue mechanical pencil today, but my grogginess is pulling my focus away from my note-taking. I have to fight through it though. I'm running out of time and I can't pass up an opportunity like this.
The other day, my brother, Kaze, decided to go on a date with some conniving woman and made plans to meet up at Spectacle. As the responsible sister I am, I got up early, donned a disguise, and arrived slightly before them. I then turned to my friend, Chiaki Ono; one of the waitresses who also happened to go to the same high school as me.
"Ame you look so cute in that. Are you getting tired of that cool girl aesthetic?"
I tug the collar of my excessively small T shirt that exposes my tummy. "No. This is a disguise."
"Kaze is stopping by?"
"Yeah. He'll be here any second. Help me out, would ya?"
"Sit over here and turn the other way."
She set their table right in front of mine before winking at me and getting back to work. She's helped me hide from my brother on several occasions so I'm really grateful toward her. I'll have to treat her to some pie later.
What's so dangerous about my brother going on a date with a stranger? There's too many valid answers to that question, but simply put, something about her rubs me the wrong way. I've said this on many different occasions and I've always been right. The girls around my brother always seem to have some hidden agenda, but I haven't found anything linking them together just yet. It may just be they see the charm he possesses and put their own feelings before his. Like this one, she's moving way too fast.
She's been pushing closer to him like an ill mannered seductress ever since they got here. It's my duty as Kaze's onee-chan to keep an eye on and protect him from whatever manner of trouble that's after him. I wouldn't consider myself the overprotective type or anything, it's just that danger lurks around every corner and you can never be too prepared. As a big sister, there are no off days from taking care of your little brother. That's how our parents raised me and I've done my best to be there for him whenever he's needed me. Seeing him grow up safely is enough to fill my heart with pride and joy.
Staring the girl down while using my notebook as cover, I was able to figure out who that woman was. She's one of those runts who used to pick on my brother back in elementary school, Suzuki Imai. Her parents run a pastry shop not too far from here, but I don't remember much about her personally. From what I can recall, she was a little more athletic than most and she ended up in some sort of incident around then. She was taken out of school for a while, but when she came back, she apologized to my brother for being rude to him and since then she's pretty much been off to herself.
She has a little brother herself. Shouldn't she be taking care of him instead of fluttering her eyelashes and trying to seduce my Kaze? Her personality has changed quite a lot over the years it seems. She almost seems desperate to get a hold of him. I get the feeling that this isn't entirely because of her own carnal desires. If she felt bad enough to apologize for bullying enough to stay away for so long, I can't see her being this aggressive in her approach.
Chiaki hands the two of them some dessert that they ordered. Imai ordered some chocolate cake and getting down to business, takes a bite of the cake before closing her mouth and sliding the fork out of her mouth brushing against her lips leaving behind a bit of her saliva on the fork. She then uses that same fork that she bit off of to take a piece toward Kaze's mouth.
No you can not feed him that. For a matter of fact, he's had too many sweets this week anyway. He doesn't need you in his personal space giving him any ideas either. Just wait Kaze, Onee-chan is coming to save you.
As I tried to get out of my seat, another employee walks past the two of them and stops right by me whispering, "Cool it, Ame. You can scold him later. You're supposed to be taking notes aren't you?"
It's 'Futa-Lover Betty.' Another employee, but she's pretty calm and gives off a dignified air despite her chosen interest. She's primarily known by that nickname online as a bit of a famous smut writer. People with glasses really do seem like they hold the most peculiar hobbies. I'm not against reading that kind of material, but I tend to get lost in thought imagining my brother in some peculiar situations and get side tracked too easily. It's a dangerous topic to think about that's for sure.
She's right. I'm taking notes on how to seduce a member of the opposite sex. It's two birds with one stone: Protecting my brother and getting good intel to help me with men. I'm not very talkative myself so my social skills aren't exactly the greatest. I often blend into the background, but in a quiet place like this one, it's not hard to be noticed.