It was my first experience to visit a maid cafe. A girl in a white apron led my sister and I to a table. We sat there and ordered two sandwiches and a pot of tea “Uva Highland”.
“Which hand do you use to hold a fork?”
The maid asked before putting a knife and folk on our table.
“Which hand do you use to hold a fork?”
I’d never been asked such a question, but it was pleasing. Right-handed people should be more conscious about left-handed.
Maids talked to us in a quiet voice. I could hardly hear the words, but I liked their way to talk.
It was quiet in the small room. There were only four tables. Except for us, male guests were sitting alone. My sister and I talked as softly as possible so as not to break the peace in the room.
Now and then, one of the maids came to our table and pour hot tea to the cups.
To be honest, I found maid cafe wasn’t my cup of tea.
I’d rather make a tea for myself. Put a teabag in a cup and pour hot water into it.
Drinking tea at home is more relaxing.