[centre][h2][color=salmon]Miya[/color][/h2][/centre]

1:59 p.m.

That was the tenth time Miya had stared at the bistro's large clock in the last hour. A sigh of relief escaped her when the clock struck 2 p.m. With her shift finally ending, she wasted no time in removing her apron and flinging it over one of the hooks in the employee's room. She put back her daily belongings in the duffel bag she brought to work everyday before taking out her phone.Miya then swiped quickly across its lock screen. She didnt have a passcode on her phone-not like anyone could dare to mess with her things anyway.She then started composing a message to her aunt.

"Done w/ work 
Hdng out 2 stores rite nw
Is spghtti 4 dnnr ok?"

Without caring to check her message , she hit send. Afterall, her aunt was used to deciphering her messages by now. Not waiting for the reply, she slid the phone in her pocket of her jeans. 

[color=salmon]"And I'm freeeeeeee!"[/color]
She shouted as she stood in the centre of the room with her fists up in the air.

Some of the workers jumped at her sudden exclamation while others rolled their eyes at her.

[i][i]"Must you be so dramatic every single day?" 
[/i][/i]
One of them called out as Miya headed for the door.

[color=salmon]"Later."[/color] Miya replied with a smug look on her face, flicking her short hair with one hand as she did so.

Miya then reached the marketplace where she was to get her groceries from. She took out a folded piece of paper from her bag which happened to be her shopping list. She knew most of the things she needed to get, but she scanned it anyway. She hated making multiple trips to the store in one day, so she was going to make sure she got everything in one go. The list was written in permanent marker on the blank side of one of the menus from her bistro. The thick black marker made her handwriting look awful, especially since everything was written in capital letters.

As she entered the store, she noticed that there were quite a lot of people there already. A few of them were older than her, people who were probably also returning from their shifts. The majority, however, seemd to be groups of teenagers. She stared at  them as though they had intruded her terrritory and were at fault for being at the store.
[i]Why are there so many of them here? Dont they have school or something? [/i]

Her train of thoughts was interrupted by the alert tone of a message on her phone. 

"Ok(✿ฺ◡ฺ‿ฺ◡ฺ) 
[b][b]Ｏ(≧∇≦)Ｏ[/b][/b] Spaghetti sounds good!! [b][b] o((*^▽^*))o [/b][/b]
Take care!。[b][b]（＞ω＜。）
[/b][/b]

Was all it read.While Miya used almost no smileys in her message, her aunt decorated all of her messages with a tonne of emoticons.
[i]Glad to know you like spaghetti[/i], Miya thought sarcastically as she stared at the excited emoticon.

As she went to the dairy products section, she realized why so many teenagers were at the place. It was summer after all.
Her stare subconsciously changed to a softer gaze as she observed the groups and what they were wearing, before getting some yoghurt as well.
With her list almost done, Miya pushed her trolley towards the check out line. She found  the outfits adorned by some of the teenagers ridiculous and even felt like snorting at one or two.With the line infront of her budging only barely, she checked her list to see if she had forgotten anything.

"PASTA" the list seemed to scream at her.

Groaning, she turned her trolley around.