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[kugimin]

[Behind the counter and standing next to the cash register was a girl clad in the uniform of the karaoke cafe. Alternating her posture from crossed arms in front of her with accompanying impatient tapping foot to rather angrily drumming fingers on the counter, the girl's body language conveyed a simple fact:

Madoka. Was. Pissed.

The reason for this was not the rather silly and embarrassing uniform though. No, she has worn, and was forced to wear, worse than this getup.

Nor was it the work she had to do herself. Serving drinks or food and ringing up customers for their time in the karaoke booths was not too difficult or troublesome.

No, it was the fact that she was working in a karaoke cafe. Such establishments have, for Madoka, inadvertently always led to disaster, embarrassment, or worse. As if the buildings and her were natural enemies, whenever the two met, trouble happened. And Madoka was keenly aware of this, having decided instead of worrying about what unavoidable embarrassment she was to receive, channel the nervous energy into anger. At least when no customers were around.

Speaking of which, the front door opened with a chime and Madoka instantly put on her best smiling face.]

"Welcome~! Can I help you find a booth to sing in today?"