Just one cup of coffee had helped Togawa Sakiko relax. She was now in the ideal state for an interview.
As the temporary "interviewer," Kazami Haru decided to take the task seriously and try to act the part.
He casually grabbed the guest log, conveniently labeled "Death Note", and took a black pen from the counter.
Seeing his sudden professional deanor, Sakiko imdiately straightened her posture, sitting upright like a model candidate.
"Na."
"Togawa Sakiko."
"Age?"
"Twenty-four."
"Wait a second—aren't you Kaoru from that flashy band in Shinjuku?"
Haru nearly burst out laughing at Sakiko-sensei's deadpan lie.
But logic told him: if he laughed now, things would get way too complicated.
So he just laughed silently in his head.
She probably inflated her age to avoid rejection due to being too young. Had she considered he might ask for ID?
Well, the café didn't actually restrict high schoolers from working here anyway.
"Previous experience?"
"I've tried various jobs. I've also worked as custor support, handling communications with clients."
...A custor support rep? What are you, a human walkie-talkie?
"This café is pretty traditional. We mostly serve high-quality coffee, desserts, and light snacks. There are multiple roles, including baristas and servers. Do you have a preference?"
"I'd like to apply as a barista."
Sakiko answered without hesitation.
She'd done her howork, this was the most suitable position for her. Waiting tables, dealing with custors face-to-face? Absolutely not.
But working behind the scenes, out of sight? Perfect.
After all, if soone she knew saw her here, it'd be a nightmare.
Though she didn't have formal coffee experience, she had so knowledge, and the café's high salary was a powerful motivator.
Right now, she needed this job.
"Understood."
Haru scribbled "Togawa Sakiko" in the Death Note, then glanced up to properly assess the composed young woman in front of him.
He couldn't help but admit, Sakiko-sensei was breathtaking.
Her elegance was not of this world. Even with a cool, expressionless face that lacked warmth, her mystique alone could rival a succubus.
A living embodint of the Greek goddess of allure.
If a middle-aged lady from Ace Crew Entertainnt ca to interview, she'd probably sign Sakiko as a star the mont she saw her dazzling charm!
"I'll teach you the basics of brewing later. If all goes well, you can start today or tomorrow. The manager shouldn't have any issues."
"Whew, thank you so much."
"I'd like to start today if possible. Also... may I ask how to address you?"
With the interview a success, Sakiko finally relaxed. A gentle, genuine smile curled on her lips.
The nervous energy that had been coiled inside her was finally released, revealing a glimpse of her youthful, sincere self.
That smile, so soft and beautiful, was like moonlight surrounded by stars.
"Kazami Haru. Just call Kazami or Haru."
"Understood, Kazami-senpai!"
Yes, yes, say that again.
[New simulation target added — Togawa Sakiko]
"Please take care of from now on!"
The blue-haired girl bead brightly and extended her right hand in a graceful greeting.
Haru casually took her soft, delicate hand.
[Item acquired: Random Identity Card]
Haru: ...Huh?
A sudden notification in his head left him frozen for a mont.
He hadn't received any item when Sakiko was added as a simulation target, but now, after shaking hands?
What did that an?
Could it be that physically interacting with a simulation target in real life... grants items?
This really wasn't just a romance simulator, was it?
Sakiko, unaware of Haru's inner crisis, quickly let go of his hand after the polite handshake.
But her sharp eyes had noticed sothing—his long, defined fingers. She studied them thoughtfully.
A suspicion ford in her mind.
"Kazami-senpai... have you played an instrunt before?"
Sakiko, once a refined young lady from a prestigious family, had naturally received formal musical education. Because of this, she was especially perceptive toward those with a similar background.
Soone who had practiced piano for a long ti would have hands that could easily reach many keys. Kazami Haru's fingers were long, and his nails rounded in shape.
At the sa ti, his fingertips lacked the characteristic calluses from playing guitar or bass, and his palms weren't rough from long hours of drumming.
Based on these observations, Sakiko concluded that if Haru had studied any instrunt, it must be sothing like piano or keyboard, just like herself.
"I've just practiced a little piano, that's all. Really just a beginner."
Haru snapped back to reality at the sound of Sakiko's voice, pulling himself out of the simulator's imrsive haze.
Sothing occurred to him. He pointed to a Yamaha piano not far away in the café and said, "That piano over there belongs to the café. If things are slow or if a custor requests it, staff are free to play."
"Really? I see!"
A gleam lit up Sakiko's amber eyes. A well-paying job, good work environnt, and a piano to play?
This was basically heaven as this kind of job is perfect for her!
She absolutely had to do her best at this job and keep it.
She had assud the piano was just a fancy piece of décor, sothing off-limits to employees. Haru had likely sensed her thoughts and offered this bit of info on purpose.
That alone made her look at him with new appreciation.
"Okay, it's about ti to reopen. You can get familiar with the place while I prep."
"Yes!"
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