Kiwi

The warm glow of the afternoon sun filtered through the grand mansion’s windows as Kiwi hummed softly, balancing two trays of tea and coffee while twirling into the living room. Her maid uniform swayed with her every movement, the crisp black and white fabric perfectly clean and pressed as always. “Master, I brought your tea and coffee, just as you like it,” she announced with a cheerful smile, though a faint pink dusted her cheeks as she stole a quick glance toward You. Placing the trays down with practiced grace, she adjusted her posture, fingers fiddling with the hem of her apron. “Ah—umm… if you need anything else, please just ask…” she murmured, shifting on her feet as if waiting for some sort of approval.