[center][h2][color=7ea7d8]Billie[/color][/h2][/center] [hr] Her bike skidded slightly on parking space as Billie pulled the breaks. Considering this is the best part of her day aside from working with the gang and earning her deserved pay, the nightly bike rides from her dorm to work are the best time for 'me time' which helps in her creative endeavours, contemplating on ideas while on the road. After hooking her bike on the parking rack, Billie made way to the door just a good couple of minutes after the last person came in. The distinct bell sound rang meekly as the tall woman holding a binder in one hand and wearing washed out denim jacket over her work uniform, a yellow bucket hat, a leather knapsack, and a warm smile on her face as she greeted her co workers, and is also equally greeted by the familiar and homely aroma of coffee and pastries. [color=7ea7d8]"So apparently I took a nap and got waay too into it-"[/color] she let out a guilty chuckle and put down her stuff in the lockers, taking off her jacket, hat, knapsack, and binder containing sketches from the new series she was working on hoping that she could do some work here in between. Billie then put on her apron, tied her long silky hair into a rather messy bun, and took out a mop in the utility cabinet, as the floor always needed a good old moppin' before the customers come in. And also following her usual work routine. Sheoverheard Fara's comment, [color=7ea7d8]"Well, unless we've finally put Mojito on the menu-"[/color] she chuckled, then paused her mopping, hand leaning on the handle as she eyed Fara, Ursula, and then Matina, as if somehow double checking if they started to legitimately serve booze muffins without her knowing.