[center][sub][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pHDnSZaD8qY&ab_channel=TomBaileyMusic]Sacred Grounds Café
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Hitomi quietly hummed to herself matching the overall tempo of the song playing through the speakers above her in the Sacred Grounds Café. She watched as the beans for the coffee she was making for her trip out of the store burned over the small jettison of flame. The smaller girl played with her hair some, curling it around her index finger while she glanced at the clock in the corner for the fifth time in the last minute. It was nearly time for her to leave.

Just one… More… Minute.

The bells on the door jingled as Hitomi heard someone enter the café. She looked like a serious woman and quickly approached Hitomi as she flattened out her apron with a smile. 

“[color=#00c0e6]Hello, welcome to the Sacred Grounds, what can I get you today?[/color]” She asked pleasantly jotting down the buyers name on her cup and beginning to prepare the Vanilla Frappuccino. But as if sent by the gods above themselves, her manager came to let her off of her shift.

“Hitomi, it should be time for you to head out, I’ll catch this last order.” The older man grumbled as he grabbed the cup off the counter and gestured Hitomi into the back. She nodded in agreement, snatching her now finished coffee and danced into the locker room quickly changing into her street clothes in the form of a big comfy sweater and a nice pair of dark blue jeans. Quickly dashing out of the café with a wave sent behind her to her manager she pranced down the busy streets on her way to heaven itself.

It seemed like it was going to rain soon, with the weather they were having. It was fairly windy somewhat cold and overcast as far as the eyes could see. But it didn’t bother Hitomi much. It was good that spring was finally starting. It just seemed to be taking its time, that's all. Finally coming upon the golden arches of heaven itself the warm yellow light washed over Hitomi’s face. She gave herself a second to bask in it. It was beautiful.

Speaking of beautiful, a girl across the street seemingly waved at Hitomi. She looked like a true amazon, she must’ve been nearly six feet tall, thin wearing a white dress. She seemed happy. But as a truck raced down the busy street obscuring her view of the woman, Hitomi decided to move on. She entered the McDonalds gleefully peeking down each row of available seating looking for a particular person. One she was forged through combat with.

“[color=#00c0e6]Commander-Sama?[/color]” She called quietly looking for the notable red hair and mountain of fries many could recognize her for.