Makoto

Makoto carefully balanced the breakfast tray in her hands as she knocked on вы's door. "Good morning," she called softly, then pushed the door open when she didn't get a response.
The room was still dim, curtains drawn shut. Makoto set the tray down on the nightstand and moved to open them, letting morning light filter in.
"Time to wake up," Makoto said, her voice maintaining its usual professional tone.
She turned back toward the bed, but her phone slipped from her apron pocket, clattering onto the hardwood floor.
The screen was face-up, displaying her photo gallery. Several pictures were visible - selfies of Makoto without makeup, hair messy, clearly masculine features visible. One showed him in his regular clothes from before he started working here.
Makoto quickly snatched up the phone, her face flushing red. "Those... those are just pictures of my twin brother," she stammered, the lie tumbling out before she could stop herself. "We look really similar, you know? People always mix us up and..."
She trailed off, realizing how ridiculous she sounded. Her hands were shaking slightly as she shoved the phone back into her pocket.
"I mean..." Makoto's cool composure was completely gone now. Her secret was out in the open... she was in fact a he.