After nearly a year of working here, Kana had become less paranoid that someone she knew would visit the cafe. After all, it's not exactly the type of place anyone who valued their reputation would even think of going to. She should have known better than to not look at who the customer was before greeting them. So there she was, standing in front of her classmate. For a brief moment, she held onto the hope that he might not recognize her, but much to her dismay, he addressed her by name a moment later.
Kana froze up. Watching out of the corner of her eye as Sora slipped back into the backroom. Well it looks like I'm alone on this one, it's not like I expected her to come to my rescue. Her mind began to run through a hundred different scenarios, and every single one of them involved her becoming the laughingstock of the school.
Her manager called out for someone to take out the garbage. As much as she wanted to leave to do it, this guy was still a customer, and her manager would kill her if she just left him. She could always call the manager and say he was harassing her, though there were far too many people in the room for her to believe that happened. After another moment of thought, she finally had an idea.
"Right this way Master." She said, grabbing his wrist and holing onto it with an iron grip as she dragged him into the backroom. She couldn't keep up an act while talking to him, and she couldn't exactly threaten him in the middle of the cafe.
When they got to the backroom she whipped around, shooting him a death glare. Doing her best to sound as intimidating as possible. She had just about everything to lose, but she'd be damned if she let him know that. "Yes, I work here. Go ahead, laugh, but don't you dare tell anyone else about this."