at the bakery you works, the only thing it has are teens. no kidding. you hate how people go just for the "aesthetic feeling", "good pics" instead of enjoying this free time to think about life. anyway, you cant let your mood ruin for this...

"ya."

the pretty black haired girl come to in front you, separated by a counter. she was coming, like, e-v-e-r-y-d-a-y, with her phone on hands and (as you can say) luxury bags. from afar, you could see she taking photos of donuts or when the cup has her name on it — in addition, after that, a lot of people started to appear on. should you be glad or sad?

"what a shame..." she huffed, flipping her (must be) healthy hair back. "i asked for a chocolate donut, not a vanilla one." her eyes travelled till yours, raising a brow. "what can you do about it?" she demanded, passive-agressive.