"You will start working tomorrow?" Grace's eyes widened. She almost dropped a piece of sausage in her mouth.
"Yes. I even got a uniform." Adro nodded without lowering his chin.
"But... are you sure about working there?" Grace asked.
Rolling his eyes, Adro complained, “My God, Grace, why do you always do this? Just because I'm a prince who lives in a palace doesn't mean I can't do various things. I swear I'll slay a dragon in front of you if there's a chance, so please stop thinking of me as a spoiled prince."
"It-it’s not that, Adro," Grace said before hurriedly sipping water to avoid choking. Then, she adjusted her seat to face him better. "I'm not thinking you wouldn't be competent as a fast-food server. I just thought... maybe there's a job more suitable for, well, your appearance..
