The streets were bustling with people. Tourist and locals alike all went on with their lives, cosplayers chattered as they walked The tourist gazed around the streets in amazement and took pictures with their tiny portable cameras. It was only 11 am on a Sunday and yet the streets were filled with potential customers. The sky was a bright blue, not a cloud in sight and the sun shone brightly upon the spring day in western Tokyo, Japan. On Sunday is where most people travel to Harajuku. My family owns a tiny maid cafe here in the western part of Tokyo, Harajuka. Our cafe is called 'Lovely'. It is along one of the side streets of Takeshita Dori (Takeshita Street) and it is just one of the many you'll ever in Harajuku.
I stood by the door awaiting a costumer, at least, to show up. I wore a white ruffled dress that reached the thighs, the sleeves went down to my wrist, and the collar rose at the base of my throat I wore a black white-laced apron that split at my chest. A black laced bow was tied at my neck, black tights and little black flats decorated my feet. On my hair was a filly white bow, my hair dark raven was let down reaching up to my waist. My beige skin shone brightly with all the powder and glitter my mom dropped on me.
"I find this a waste of time." I groaned, "Nobody's coming, only our regulars are here. Not that's bad or anything!" The regulars just laughed, they were used to this.
"Oh stop whining Aoi!" scolded my sister, "It's only been half an hour." My sister, Yukina, was older than me. She started working for the maid cafe at the age of 15, which is my current age. We were separated by three years in age, she came out looking more like our mother and I came out looking like my father. My mother had beautiful dark brown hair, her eyes were a light shade of brown and her complexion was somewhat tan. My sister came out looking just like her except she was taller than my mother. My father was a semi-tall man, with short dark raven hair, although he was over 40 years old his face was still young. He stood over a half a foot above my mom, and only a few inches above my sister. I came out like my mother in terms of height, right now I'm a few inches below her.
Ding! Ding! Dong! Ding! Dong! The doorbell chimed and I quickly turned to face the customer.
"Welcome Master~" I greeted in a sweet voice as I bowed my head. I looked the customer in the face only to see another of our weekly customer, Mr. Yamagushi.
"Good morning Mr. Yamagushi!" Yukina greeted, "Follow me to your seat, Master." The man followed her and they went into a common conversation of what he would like to eat and the daily special. I zoned out and stared attentively at the people outside. I used to be one of them, hanging out with my friends on Sundays, dressing up in crazy costumes and wild clothes but now I'm stuck helping with the family business And we hardly ever get new customers.
TWO HOURS LATER
More regulars and the occasional tourist had come and go but no new customers. Two more of our workers had shown up and were working the floors along with us.
"Is this the end of the family business." I muttered.
Ding! Ding! Dong! Ding! Dong! I turned to the door and a foreigner walked in. He turned to me and smiled kindly. His hair was Dark brown and cropped, his skin was light with a slight tan, his eyebrows were bushy in a way like a squirrels fur. He wore a white long sleeve shirt with a black polo shirt on top, a pair of maroon pants, and tan running shoes. There was a beige bad strapped to his hip.
"Hi my name is Matt. Do you speak English?" The man introduced. "My Japanese poor."
"Yes master. Here in Cafe 'Lovely' we speak both English and Japanese." I bowed my head, "Let me show you to your table Master."
"You don't have to, I don't need a table, actually I need to speak to the owner." Matt spoke slowly, as if trying to help me understand.
"Yes follow me, Master." I started walking to the back, "Father! Come here someone wants to speak to you!"
"Yes, yes, I'm coming." My father came from the back door while drying his hands. "Who needs to speak to me?"
"This man says he needs to speak to you." I motioned towards Matt. "His Japanese is weak, so speak to him in English."
"What can I help you with Sir?" My father questioned.
"Hello, My name is Matt and I want to film some crazy dancing here on this cafe." Matt explained, "I am doing a video where I dance in many different places of the world. It will be a great promotion."
"Will it cost us any money?"
"No it is free of any charge."
My dad expression changed to his thinking face, he smiled and nodded. "Yes, we would be honored to be in your video."
"Thank You," Matt smiled once more. "Gather all the maids so we can video tape the dance."
"Yes," My dad turned to me, "Go get the others and set up in the back."
I nodded and rushed to gather the others. In total there was four of us excluding my father and Matt. 10 minutes later, we were all ready to dance, none of us could contain our laughter and excitement. We giggled and squealed.
"Okay girls on my mark, three," Matt counted down, "Two, one, GO!"
We all jumped, wiggled, jiggled and giggled. Our squeals were extremely loud. Matt danced wildly in between all of us. My father recorded us with the Camera.
"Stop!" Matt shouted. We stopped trying to catch our breath and continued laughing.
"Thank you all for your help." He stated.
"Glad to help." My father stated. He handed the camcorder back to Matt.
"Thank you everybody, I will suggest this cafe to everyone I meet." That was the last we ever heard of Matt.
About two months had passed and our business had grown exponentially over the past few weeks. We had gotten new customers everyday and new regulars. Although we don't know if this was Matt's doing or not, we have all the right to thank him. If it wasn't for him most likely we would be out of business or in debt.
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