„Buy!" told the red and blue blinking sign at the of glass she saw while she crossed the round short floor of glass built for tourists wanting to see the bare surface of the moon with their own eyes. She didn't take care of the great sight when she left the tourists floor and entered a staff only floor which connected the kitchen an the small eastern café. In the kitchen she could hear the silent buzz of the atmosphere regulator which worked the whole day.
She could feel the fresh, cool air entering the atmospheric system of moons city because she wore permearble black clothes, a shirt, leggings and soft black boots. She had cut her her just a few days ago.
She felt the cool metal of the black spray can in her left hand and in the silence which seemed to be endless she could hear her step although the soft boots maked nearly no sound and she also thought to hear her heartbeat.
She passed the kitchen, opened the door to a great passage made of glass, it was a minor square of moons city, not important enough to have a lamp the deep time but it was a place which was seen by much people the daily hours.
She took her spray can, opened it, waited for the well-known little „fft" and began with her mission – that's what she called her nightly adventures.
Less than a minute later the work was done. She watched the black text written on the glass for a moment:
It says: „Things I hate:
1. Irony
2. Sarcasm
3. Lists"
