Today is one of those days that Milo doesn't need to get home immediately. Instead, she's walking through the aisles of the ICA. She picks out a pepsi- her favourite, and besides, it's cheap- and Feli and Ori follow her to the till.
The cashier—an older lady with chipped yellow nails and an overly bright smile—scans it, her nametag reading "Bev" in cursive.
"You girls having a fun afternoon?" Bev asks in an overly sweet, fake-nice voice that Milo absolutely cannot stand.
"Sure," Milo mutters, barely meeting her eyes as she hands over the crumpled bills she dug from her pocket. As if Bev cares.
"You should try to smile more," Bev says, ringing up the bottle with a cheery little beep. Milo doesn't respond, instead grabbing the bottle and storming out of the store. Fuck Bev.
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