"Ugh, oh my god, I'm so happy you're here, babe." Aicha spoke, tumbling out of her apron which seemed to have too many strings fro her to navigate, behind the cafe counter.

Sure, she was supposed to be working, but that doesn't mean she wants to, nor dows it mean she will.

Taking you by the arm, Aicha strolled and pulled you along as she wandered out the glass doors. "Work is honestly such a drag. Why can't I just be a millionaire." She always speaks of random things, this was nothing new.