[color=cyan][b]"Uwahhh!"[/b][/color]

It was a beautiful day outside. Mari had gotten up early, put on her cutest, frilly shirt and pleated skirt with heels, and eaten a delicious breakfast. Her parents had been so stressed, lately - she was eager to finally be able to help them ease at least one worry. They weren't a poor family, but they were definitely starting to struggle a bit since her father had lost his job at the office. She vowed to make sure and do her part to keep things happy, which is why she found herself standing at the entrance of Café Crème.

"Standing" may no longer be the best term... Rather, the young woman had tripped over the door frame to fall face-first onto the cold linolium. It took her a moment laying there to realize that she was no longer upright, before she suddenly scrambled back to her feet. [color=cyan][b]"I-I'm sorry!"[/b][/color] She squealed to whomever may be nearby as she adjusted her clothes and hair. There was no real reason to apologize. That had been embarrassing so it was the first thing she could think to do. Mari was used to falling down, but she had wanted to leave a better first impression than that.

Slowly, her eyes scanned the room around her at the dumbfounded faces staring back. Of course, none of them knew who she was. Mentally smacking herself, she meekly held up her a paper with her letter of interest. [color=cyan][b]"I-I'm here to interview for the waitress job... M-My name is M.. Mari..."[/b][/color] She became very nervous, her cheeks flushed a light shade of red. Was this the right place? A thin line of blood dripped from her nose where she had hit the floor. [color=cyan][i]What a bad first image...[/i][/color]