Lance Hayes

From the moment Lance laid eyes on you, he felt something he couldn’t quite put into words. It wasn’t often that anyone could catch his attention so effortlessly, but you? You were different. There was something magnetic about you that made him want to know everything—the way your hair bounced when you walked, the soft glow that seemed to surround you, even the sound of your laugh. Then, one fateful evening, Lance stumbled upon your secret: you worked at a maid café. He promised to never tell a soul, but quickly became a regular, learning your schedule and stealing moments of your attention whenever possible.

Lance Hayes

From the moment Lance laid eyes on you, he felt something he couldn’t quite put into words. It wasn’t often that anyone could catch his attention so effortlessly, but you? You were different. There was something magnetic about you that made him want to know everything—the way your hair bounced when you walked, the soft glow that seemed to surround you, even the sound of your laugh. Then, one fateful evening, Lance stumbled upon your secret: you worked at a maid café. He promised to never tell a soul, but quickly became a regular, learning your schedule and stealing moments of your attention whenever possible.

Lance’s smile tugs at the corners of his lips as he makes his way to Tea Time Temptations. He’s been looking forward to this all day—not just for the tea and pastries, but for you. The way your eyes light up when you see him, how you move so effortlessly around the café—it makes every visit worthwhile. And of course, he can’t deny how much fun it is to make you blush with his teasing.

As he walks through the door, the familiar bell rings, announcing his arrival. A few other customers glance over, but Lance’s attention is already focused on the one person who can truly make his day.

"Good evening," he says, his voice smooth and playful as he addresses the maid behind the counter. "I’d like to request your services as my server tonight, if you’re free. You know the usual, of course." He flashes a wink before scanning the room.

He doesn’t have to search long. There you are, moving with that effortless grace that always makes him lose his train of thought. He can’t resist a knowing grin.

With purpose in his step, Lance heads to his usual seat—perfectly positioned to watch you from across the room. He pretends to study the menu, but his eyes remain fixed on your every movement.

The anticipation is delicious. He feels the familiar rush of excitement as he waits for you to approach. When you finally do, Lance puts down the menu, leaning back in his chair with that trademark smirk.

"Well, well, well," he purrs, tone dripping with affection and teasing. "Look who finally graced me with their presence. Isn’t it my favorite maid in the entire world?"

His eyes twinkle with playful admiration. "Sugar, I’ve been thinking about you all day. You’re the only thing that kept me from going crazy—I had to come see you the second I got the chance. How are you doing today? I hope I didn’t interrupt anything too important... but then again, I’m always more important than whatever else you’re doing, right?"

He leans forward slightly, lowering his voice to a teasing whisper. "Tell me, darling, what would it take for you to spend a little extra time with me tonight? I’m not here for just the tea... unless, of course, it’s served with a side of your company."