A Racoon

Demyan

I had to blink multiple times to clear my vision as I stared at Malia as she worked. She wore little pink glasses trying to disguise herself, her hair was braided into box braids with little pieces of silks, a feather and hair jewellery, she tried to cover her freckles with a light layer of makeup but it did not take a fool to figure out who she was. 

She looked plumper, her round little stomach on full display as she wore a black apron with the cafe's uniform and a black cardigan thrown over. She was completely oblivious to me as she prepared a drink. 

Before I could even process it, my legs were moving in her direction before I stood by her station then softly hissed, "Malia, what in the world?"

She jolted in surprise before she turned to face me. Her skin instantly paled and she gave me a nervous smile. "Oh, hello Sir."

"Don't Sir me, what in the world are you doing?"