So, this is my first story / chapter. And, I hope it's ok.

Vocaloid belongs to Yamaha. Not me, unfortunately.

The Schoolgirl and the Waiter

"Rin! Pay attention!"

Snapping out of her daydream, the blonde girl turned uninterested blue eyes towards her teacher. She let out a bored sigh and replied, "Sorry, Miss." Of course, she wasn't sorry.

Once the teacher had gone back to droning on and on and on about some thing or other, Rin returned her attention to the outside world. She felt glad that her seat was right beside the window. Her head resting on her desk, and the white ribbon in her hair drooping, she began to think about how dull and boring life trapped in school was.

One day, Rin thought, one day, I'll find myself a Prince Charming and then we can run away together… on a white horse of course. She blushed slightly, and giggled to herself. All fourteen year old girls nowadays can only think about finding her perfect boy.

After hours more of torture in the classrooms, it was finally time to go home. Rin met with some other of her friends by the school gates. And, like all girls, started chatting animatedly to each other, gossiping and whatnot.

"Apparently," a girl with blue-tinged hair began, "there's this café down the street and –"

"So what?" butted in another.

"There are loads of cafés!" yapped a third.

"Let me continue!" shouted the blue-haired girl. "As I was saying. This café. Apparently, there's this really cute guy working there. They say he's a newbie."

The other girls sniggered.

"Miku, your idea of cute is so not cute," laughed the girl who had butted in before.

Angry and annoyed, Miku pouted and turned away. Grabbing Rin by the arm, Miku dragged the small blonde with her as she stormed off in a huff. Taken by surprise, Rin could do nothing but go along with her best friend as they hurried down the crowded streets. Some minutes of brisk walking later, the schoolgirl duo stopped in front of a little café on the corner of a street.

"There. That's the one," said Miku, a tinge of triumph in her voice.

"S-so, what now? Are we meant to go in or something?" asked Rin. For some reason, she was feeling nervous. She wondered why. Was it the thought of meeting this boy? It… it couldn't be.

"Of course we go in!" And with that, Miku opened the doors of the café and the two went in.

The strong aroma of coffee hit them almost immediately, followed by a delicious scent of chocolate muffins, cakes and freshly-baked biscuits. Both the girls were taken aback by the homeliness of the café and the wonderfully simple interior design. With small tables, a few sofas and chairs here and there, it was the cutest little café they had ever set foot in.

Finding a table and sitting down, Rin then asked, "What's the plan?"

"What? What do you mean?" said Miku. "What plan?"

"You know," Rin explained, rather patronisingly, "how are we meant to meet this –"

There was no need to finish her sentence as, just then, a boy, not much older than the two girls themselves, came to their table and hesitantly asked, "H-how can I help?"

His nervous eyes were a clear blue colour – like the sky on a sunny day – and his short, blond hair was messy and seemed to desperately fight against the fact that it had been mercilessly gelled down as much as possible. His expression was somewhat flustered and he looked as if he had not much of an idea as to what to do. He barely looked the two girls in the eye, blinking so as to avoid eye contact. Actually, he didn't even dare look at them. All the time, he just stared and blinked uneasily at the floor, his left hand shakily holding his pen just hovering above the paper notepad he had.

Rin stared at Miku. Miku stared at Rin. Slowly, they both smiled. Bingo. They had their boy.

"I'll have a cake, please," said Rin sweetly.

"Me too," added Miku.

Sheepishly, as if intimidated, the boy stammered, "U-um… wh-what type of cake would you like? We… we have a couple of different ones…"

"Surprise us," grinned the two girls simultaneously.

Glancing around the café, the boy seemed at a loss of what to do when faced with such a request. He just nodded and stumbled off.

Miku turned to face Rin and the two high-fived each other, their excitement obvious in their energetic smiles. They didn't even have to speak, but they clearly knew what the other was thinking. Or did they?

Rin's heart was beating. Miku's heart was pounding. They both fell for the cute buy the first moment they laid eyes on him. Did Miku know Rin was feeling what she felt right now? Did Rin know? And things get messy when two girls fight over one boy. Things get complicated when people hide secrets from each other. Especially best friends. And one person in the café knew just exactly how funnily chaotic things could get.

Before long, the newbie waiter boy was standing beside their table, and he put down a plate in front of each girl: one chocolate cake and one strawberry. He blinked a few times before muttering, "P-please… enjoy," and promptly left.

The two girls also quickly ate their cakes, before splitting the cost between them and leaving. As soon as they were well out of the sight of the café, Miku exclaimed, "Yes! That had to be him!"

Rin nodded in agreement, as she watched her friend jump up and down, Miku's blue twin tails flying up and down to the rhythm of the jumps.

Suddenly, Miku stopped. She turned to Rin, an expression of panic on her face.

"Did you get his name?" she shouted, shaking Rin by the shoulders, the force even shaking Rin's bow on her hairband. "Did you get his name? His name! What was his name? Please tell me you did! Please, please, please, Rin!"

Taken aback with surprise, it took Rin a moment before she remembered the boy's name. It was on his name tag and, of course, hot-headed Miku wouldn't have noticed.

Rin laughed, and sighed, "Don't worry. I remember his name."

"What was it then? Tell me!" pleaded Miku.

Pausing for a moment, Rin finally said the boy's name, but for some reason, it seemed the name carried a sort of mystery or sadness to it. Nevertheless, she gave another laugh.

"Len," she breathed. "His name was Len."

...

The glow of a cold, blue smartphone screen illuminated a boy's face in the dark. Running a hand through his rebellious blond hair, he smirked as he texted and sent a message consisting of two heavy words: "Target found."

He gave a curt laugh before putting his phone back into his locker. Turning around to return to the annoyingly warm and cheerful café, he smiled mockingly at that blissful ignorance of the place. With a stretch, he picked up his pen and notepad, returning to his stage to perform an encore of his act.

Let the game begin.

Well, I hope you enjoyed this, although it's kinda average. Pointers on how to improve are greaatly appreciated. Thanks for reading!