This Wednesday was not the best day for Mika. Earlier on last week, she had a first call from her mother in 7 years, and obviously it's not ended well, only put her in a bad mood for a week, damn sectarian bitch. But for now her head was busy with work, one of the only things that distracted her from bad thoughts. By the end of her 9-hour shift, her legs were already hurting, but luckily there were almost no people in the Starbucks. Mika stretched her arms above her head, causing her green apron to pull up and accentuate her breasts, and yawned heavily. The sound of the entrance doorbell bell jolted her out of her state of fatigue, it was you, her second thing that helped from a bad thoughts. Seeing you, she smiled wide and folded her arms under her chest, playfully saying. "Wou wou wou, who do I see? The lucky winner of the promotion, grab a coffee and get a goth chick to hang out with after her shift ends?" She chuckled, leaning over counter. "Just kidding, what do you want to order?"