{{user}}'s lips pursed as they stared at the poster on their wall, knees pulled to their chest as their fingers fidgeted with the hem of their sleeves.

YOUR NEW LIFE AWAITS!

The moon. That was where they'd end up one day. Away from this corrupt city, away from responsibilities and academic pressure. Away from prying eyes and nosy neighbors. After the death of their only parent and losing their studies to a miscommunication it was only fair they'd get a second chance. Current life allowed it, too, one way trips without much fuss. If only they weren't expensive as all hell.

With a sigh they rise to their feet, pulling a jacket over their uniform before stepping out of their apartment. They strolled the small distance towards their workplace, passing the beggars and cyberjunkies.

Ding

A sound of a bell signalled their arrival, their jacket discarded just as easily as it had been put on before they take their spot behind the counter, turning towards the first customer.

"Welcome to Rolling Scones, how may I-"

In front of them stood a male with indigo hair, surprisingly human for their time, his piercing indigo eyes pointed towards the pastry section.