Thread: The Little Cafe on the Corner [CitrillicxKveria]

That's alright. Feel better soon 3 What do I think of you? Rin mused with a small smile playing about his lovely mouth. He kept emerald green eyes trained on the task at hand as he took the time to think about it. Moe had worked at the cafe for sometime now, out-living most of the other staff members except for the two waiters who had been with him since he'd first opened the place and was baking everything himself. Well, I think you're dedicated and talented, you picked up everything I taught you rather quickly which I appreciate.... That smile fell and Rin touched a manicured French tip to his chin as he looked up and away in thought, then continued with a light-hearted joking manner. You could probably stand to call me Prince a little more. When I lived in Japan, I was an idol, did you know? I modelled in my teens and in my earlier twenties I was part of a band called Kanojo no Amai Yume which means 'Her Sweet Dream'. Back then, I was almost always called Rin-oujisama, or sometimes just Ouji-sama, which means Prince. I liked it so much that I adopted it after all, it fits so perfectly, doesn't it? The blonde reminisced on his life in Japan, thinking back to how his band split up and he decided to quit modelling to become a patissiere. It was hard after that, especially because he'd lived and worked in Shibuya and couldn't swing a dead cat without hitting a girl who wanted a picture or an autograph or asked him to sing a part of a song for them.... It got to be too much. He and his roommate and childhood friend decided to pack up and move abroad. Both of them had been more than proficient in their high school English courses and continued studying it into university. Of course, they were less than substandard upon moving to a new country to start fresh, but Rin had made it to the point where the only noticeable giveaways in his speech were pronouncing his Ls and Rs ambiguously, pronouncing his S's as Tsu's, or his Zs with a hint of a D in there.... Dzebra. That was always a fun one, and his employees like to pick fun at him because of it. At least he'd put a cap on turning Ns in the middle of words into Ms. That had been a struggle. He thought back to how the money he'd made as an idol had helped him open this cafe and maintain it, and that made his frown deepen into something a little more real. Moe, would you mind listening to something for me...? A secret. I trust you, and I need to get this off my chest. He paused for a moment, stirring the cupcake batter languidly. His eyes lost a bit of their energetic glimmer as he let his heart become weighed down. The truth was, as those finances of his petered out and he had only the profits of the cafe to live on, he was finding it increasingly difficult to maintain both the business and keep up his half of the rent. Miyabi had already agreed to move to a cheaper place, but that wasn't going to give him much more spending money. He was facing his worst nightmare. The thing is... we're not making the same money we used to here and... well, if I don't find a way to make a larger profit, I think I'm going to have to close this place. I've already laid off at least four people, and I'm going to have to reduce staff again as well as raise prices on the menu items.... I've been thinking lately... it may just be a better idea to sell out while I still can, while there's still value in the business.