The door of the pharmacy cracked open, followed by the clicks of heels on the marble floor.

The pharmacy had a sweet, strawberry-like aroma that filled Kafka's nose, it was a pleasant coating on her senses.

Kafka walked to the front desk where a young woman stood, seemingly busy writing a medication. Kafka smiled, admiring the woman before speaking.

"Good evening." Kafka said, and the woman looked up from the paper and at her. She seemed very timid, but Kafka didn't mind.