![]() “I'm fine,” he assured her, trying not to stare too hard at the flattering waistline of the dress. “Are you comfortable, Master?” she asked. It would be such a scandal if anyone found out.Ĭoolene poured him another cup of chamomile tea. He wondered what it would be like to simply hold that delicate grey wing in his own white feathers. ![]() The rock dove was a pretty sight, he thought to himself. Sakuya stared at the flower arrangement again. “I'll bring you more tea,” she said, disappearing again. But you'll have to wait here for two hours. I won't sleep soundly unless I know you're home safe.”Ĭoolene thought for a moment, taking Sakuya's dishes. The maid thought for a moment, then shook her head. I'll be fine.” Then she bent at the waist and added, “Master.” “What time do you get off?” Sakuya asked, staring down at the teacup in his hand. Once she had left him alone, Sakuya tried to keep his heart from racing. “I'll bring the tea and tiramisu right to you.” “Thank you, sir,” Coolene said, giggling. “Is there something on my dress, sir?” she asked. He found himself staring at Coolene more than the menu and she blinked. But the dress was so form-fitting and she smelled so nice, like vanilla. Sakuya tried to pay attention to the menu, he really did. ![]() “And the chamomile tea is perfect this time of year.” It took all his strength not to clutch her wing in his own. The sleeve of her dress brushed against Sakuya, her feathers just sky of his own. “Ah,” she said, leaning in close and looking over the menu. ” He took a deep breath to compose himself. Sakuya could feel his face heat up even more. She turned to leave, skirts swaying in the most flattering way.Ĭoolene linked her ruby eyes at him. With a small giggle, Coolene helped Sakuya into his seat. “Is this spot acceptable, sir?” Coolene asked. The tablecloth was a pristine white, not that Sakuya expected anything less. A window caught the early evening light just right, making the scene more romantic. The vase on the table held bluebells and daisies and Sakuya was reminded of Coolene's plumage. I know the perfect spot.”Īnd it was perfect. It took all his composure not to stammer as he stared at the way the skirt hugged her hips. “A more private space, please,” Sakuya said, feeling his face heat up. I'm not surprised you like her more.”Ĭoolene, making her way to the front, smiled. The startled sparrow nodded and, with a wink, informed him, “Coolene's pretty popular. Besides, it would be unsightly for the Le Bel heir to be seen with some mistress in a maid outfit.īefore the poor bird could ask Sakuya if he preferred the seat by the window or a more private space, the noble fantail asked, “Is Coolene working?” There was no way he was entranced by Coolene. It was simply another taste of the local culture, Sakuya insisted as he stepped into the café.
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