April checked the clock on her phone. It was still a while until she had to go to work, but at this time there was nothing for her to do. She simply figured she would drag out her walk to the Mochavine. If she took her time, she could often find herself enjoying the walk to work. It gave her time to think. April switched off the tv and grabbed her bag before heading out of the door.

The pink-haired waitress locked her door and turned around. The air was crisp. A light breeze gently whipped April's hair around her shoulders. It was just the weather that she loved. April stopped for a second, breathing in the fresh air. She could hardly feel her headache anymore, which allowed her to appreciate just how nice today was.  Starting to walk, she plugged her headphones into her mobile phone and selected one of her many playlists. It was called "Happy:)". Although she wouldn't admit it, April had a slight addiction to making playlists. Today was one of the rare occasions that she actually listened to one.

April strolled along casually. Instead of taking her usual shortcut, she opted for the scenic route, which consisted of avoiding the alleyway she usually frequented. She was even planning to drop by the park before going to work. This made her journey longer, and gave her more time to think. She thought about her parents. She thought about what songs to put in her next playlist. Laughing, she thought about her night out with Rosanna and how Rosanna had made out with DJ Dangermouse. Before she knew it, April's legs had carried her to the park. 

The park was bustling with dog-walkers and families. April sat down on the grass, and picked up a daisy. Within seconds she was making a daisy chain. Within minutes it was over a metre long. April checked the time- six minutes to one! She leaped up, dumping her daisy chain on the ground. April broke into a speed walk, going as fast as she could without running.

She arrived outside the Mochavine with a minute to spare. The breathless girl put her hand on her chest like a 100-year-old experiencing heart failure. Once April had regained her breath, she walked in, scanning the cafe as she went to the staff room to drop off her bag. There were lots of familiar faces, some which were regulars in the Mochavine. Others were people she'd glimpsed last night in Club LUSH.