C1.2: Work, Work (in Lala's view)

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1:30

Just a couple of hours and Lala's English class was about to start. She decided to go to one of the cheap cafes near her university. The bell chimes as she opens the door and entered. 'It smells good here...' she exhales.
She went up to the counter to order a simple frappe. She looked up at the cashier. "Hello, miss! I'm Paul and I'll be serving you today. What'll be your order?" He asks smoothly. 'Oh shit'
"U-Uh... A F-French Vanilla" She stutters then he smiles "Size?"
"Medium?"
"You sure about that, hun?" He teases, she froze "Yup..." she said and immediately payed him. "What's your name by the way? It's needed" He calls out before she sat down at a table near the window. "L-Lala" She stammers.

2:50

Lala stares out of the window and saw a cab pull over. A tall man got out of the car and visibly sighs. "Shift's over! Woo!" Paul screams as he undid the knot of his beige apron and removed the tag. The bells chime as the tall man entered. She dozed off.

2:53

The bells chime once more, Lala looked towards the door and saw a girl with violet hair. She immediately sat on the chair next her. "I-I hope you don't mind" she mutters. Lala is confused

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