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Shuuichi adjusted her wig, then checked over her uniform again. Everything was perfect. Time to clock in. She took a deep breath. Ever since running into that girl, she'd been on edge. She held her hand up to her chest, making a fist. "I can do this."
As she walked into work, her heart raced. What if she recognizes me?
The front door opened. A group of girls came in, sitting down at one of the tables near the windows. "Excuse me, Miss?"
"Yes," Shuuichi gulped. Again.
She took their order, avoiding eye contact. Serving coffee shouldn't feel like this.