Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Title: My Customer
Author/Artist: ME!
Theme(s): #27 café, #5 one chocolate cake please
Pairing/Characters: Marui Bunta, Ryuzaki Sakuno, OC
Rating: G
Disclaimer/claimer: I do NOT own Prince of Tennis-- however I do own his fanfic
Summary: Marui is one customer Sakuno surly won’t forget.

22 year old Ryuzaki Sakuno sigh as she was about to close her café for the day. It was 6:30pam and she was tired. Men of all ages flirt with her even though she had so much work to do. An old man even grab her ass!

Luckily, the other men that want a piece of her too, so they got into a fight with the old man. All of them got arrested when a police man came. She smile bitterly; thanking her part time worker Michi for calling 911, mentally.

“Michi-san, you can go ahead home. I’m staying a for while to close,” She said threw a yawn. “Demo Ryuzaki-san…You look really tired. Maybe I should lock down today.” she said concern about her boss‘s health.

“Iie. You go home. You still have to study for your exam next week.” Michi couldn't say no to her boss, so she agreed.

Sakuno sigh again; today was such a tiring day. She walk in the kitchen to put all the cakes in the freezer.

Ding Dong

The auburn hair women heard the door dell go off. “Sorry we’re closed,” She said emotionlessly. She look out the kitchen door and her eyes were glued to his bright red hair. His hair colors resemable strawberries, she thought to her herself; slightly amuse.

He laugh and scratch his head. “Aw really? I was hoping to try that famous chocolate cake I heard so much about.”

Famous? Since when was her chocolate cake famous? “M-My cake is famous?” She raise her eye brow. A small pink hue came on her cheeks as he grin, “Naw just kidding! But I did heard your cakes were really good.”

She gave him a small smile, “Your just trying to flatter me ano…”

“Just call me Bunta.” He gave her a wider.“Sakuno. Just call me Sakuno, Bunta-san.” She told Bunta to wait a minute as she close the door of the kitchen. He blink when she came out with a box. “Here you go. One chocolate cake. On the house.”

“Really?” She gave him a small nod. “Yes; This one is the one I made with all my heart.” Bunta could feel his face heat up. “T-Thanks. I’ll come again as soon as I can.”

He weave goodbye to her and he walk out the front door.

“I hope he comes again soon.”

This one was a little longer -sweatdrop- I promise the next chapter will be a oneshot instead of a drabble...Well, only if I'm not too lazy.

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