Bar work wasn't exactly what Mia had envisaged at the end of her Classical Art degree, but somehow it was where she'd ended up. Back at home with her parents, a hefty student debt and a job in a bar that she was far more used to drinking at then serving in. Still, it was only temporary right? Right. Of course it was. Well, that was what she told herself. In all honesty, she was fairly positive that Classical Art hadn't been the most practical degree choice in the world when it came down to getting a job.

Luckily, Mia wasn't the type to mope. The blonde tended to meander through life in her own life's-a-beach way. There was little that genuinely worried her, and most of everyday life went straight over the top of her head. Ignorance was bliss after all. There was also the boyfriend, Lucas. He was living a few hundred miles away, and in all honesty, the relationship was pretty strained. Not that Mia would admit that all too willingly of course - but it was the truth. A not so pretty truth, but not everything was rainbows and unicorns.

"So, this is the chiller.."

[I]Seriously, does he actually think I don't know what a chiller is?[/I]

With a convincingly genuine nod, Mia followed Miles around. The enigmatic bar manager was very thorough in his tour, and he'd lost the blondes attention right around the time he decided to explain the history of automatic coffee machines. Riveting was not the right word to use.

Now Mia hadn't really changed a great deal. The aesthetics were all exactly the same. Unruly waves of blonde hair sat down her shoulders, and a few freckles dotted along her nose and cheek bones. Average height, and a slender yet curvy build made her rather appealing. A pair of ripped dark blue skinny jeans clung to the curve of her hip, and a cropped pink mandatory bar t-shirt enhanced the dark green of her eyes. The whole ensemble was naturally finished off with a pair of leopard print vans. A surfy look that had only grown more intense in her time spent living by the coast at College.

"Right, so I'm going to leave you to get a feel for everything. You know Rebecca, any worries and she'll help you out.."

And with that, Miles finally disappeared. Mia let out a laboured sigh of relief, to which Becca laughed. The pair had been friends since they were very small, and it was down to her old pal that she'd gotten a foot in the door in the first place.

"Is he always so intense?"

Becca merely snorted in amusement at her friends expression, it was a hilarious mix of overwhelmed bemusement, "Absolutely" The brunette declared, "You'll get used to it."

[I]Not sure I want to.[/I]

"You reckon?" And with a smirk, Mia waited for the onslaught that was opening time.

Home sweet home, huh?