"You'd wait? Two years? Maybe more?"
He reached into his jacket and pulled out a folded piece of paper. His hands—usually so steady—trembled slightly as he held it out. #kaichouwamaidsama latest
Misaki laughed through her tears. "The cafe really is a mess." "You'd wait
"I'm not trying to stop you, Ayuzawa." Usui's hand found hers, warm and certain. "I'm asking you to let me be the place you come back to." His hands—usually so steady—trembled slightly as he held
"I still think that." A ghost of his usual smile flickered across his face. "But Tokyo is close to the airport. And the airport has flights to Geneva. And Geneva—"
The counter dug into her back. The afternoon light painted everything in shades of gold and pink. And Misaki Ayuzawa—the Demon President, the invincible maid, the girl who had sworn she didn't need anyone—felt something crack open in her chest.
Usui stood in the doorway, but something was different. The usual lazy amusement was gone. In its place was something raw, something that made her grip the counter.