Ana was [b]pissed off.[/b]

She had endured the overly touchy salesman, had endured walking to six different shops in order to find the model she needed to replace her computer, had endured the sweltering heat. She was picky with this, as she had faced problems in the past with the other models she’d used. She was the most comfortable with the one she preferred, and refused to settle for anything less. Yet, the greasy-haired salesman in front of her had said that the stock for the model she was looking for had sold out a day ago.

Balling her hands into fists, she forced a smile, and turned herself on her heel, ignoring the salesman calling for her and offering other models, hurried and anxious, before he gave up, retreating back behind the counter. She couldn’t believe her luck, or rather, her lack of. She stepped out of the shop, heading into the alley nearby. Her anger quickly dissipated into apathy and indifference, as most of her emotions did. Sighing, she shook her blonde locks from her eyes, heading into a nearby café. She sat down by the window, her slender fingers tapping against the wooden table. 

She slid on her glasses, tying her hair up into a bun. If nobody bothered to look closely, she'd seem a few years younger than her actual age.