Cafe Finasse [Open] Oct 2, 2017 0:59:13 GMT
Post by Deleted on Oct 2, 2017 0:59:13 GMT
She walked in the store smile bright as ever wearing a nice flowing dark brown skirt with nice light brown cashmere sweater, small name tag on her breast. It was the night shift, the slowest shift, lucky her. Perfect time to talk to all those lovely annoying customers coming and going, never know when one of those pesky trappees wonder in. She clicked the register full of useless money, all pretty useless, well except make those "others" feel safe and comfortable. The fact they could jsut give something useless to solve another useless probably, made her absolutely sick.
October, been over two years now by a month, hasn't it? Wow. She has been alive 2 years and 1 month, in some way her birthday as those humans claims is over and gone. 2 Years old. Maybe she should celebrate, then why wait a full month? Why ddnt she do it last. oh well, those were concepts creating by pitiful beings without the comfort of programming to tell them where to go, what to do. Oh Wait. Did they even have a choice? Salvation? Are they as stuck into programs as she was? Confused about the reality they are in. No matter, what's done is done.
No customers, rain started splattering against the windows. Well, soon it would be time to close shop, how sad. She picked up the rag mindlessly began cleaning tables, her hair gently falling in strands from behind her back as her body moved. The small green apron seemed to be filled with straws ans little extras, just in case customer needed something. On the Go, faster than around about. The cool liquid felt moist on her fingers, the orange scent filled the air mixing with the left over vanilla from earlier purchases. What to do after this? She could only think to wander around town... 1 more hour, she close shop.
She heard a click of the bell, instantly she stopped cleaning a smile crossing her face. "Hello, welcome. Will be there in a second, please take your time looking at our drink choices."