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First Impressions Last.

"You're late." Sesshoumaru murmured, shooting a glare at Kagome over the top of his glasses.

"Gomen, Sesshoumaru-san." Kagome grit her teeth, resisting yelling at him; three minutes was hardly late.

"Get changed," he muttered disdainfully, flicking his silver ponytail.

She hurried to do as ordered. She might have thought he was a controlling two-faced manager, but she needed this job at the cafe.

Smoothing the maid uniform, she tried to ignore the perverted-cosplay-freaks as she served them tea. Sesshoumaru glided around nearby, effortlessly charming but, if you knew Sesshoumaru, you could tell it was a facade.

He just wasn't nice.

Prompt: Late (Just Because D/D night on Dokuga)

Words: 100