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azira walks up to the resturaunt the next morning, its 10am and her shift is lasting until 4pm.

she smiles as everyone shouts hellos to her while she unlocks the staff door. she sees a teenager aged about 14 that looks very confused, on alert, in the office ready to start her shift.

"hey are you new?" azira smales at the girl, the girl smiles and nods. "what's your name, young one?" while speaking azira is checking the schedule since this damn resturaunt is too lazy to have that shit online.

"kate." is all she says, shyly looking up at azira. kate is probably about 5'1" while azira is 5'6".

"it's nice to meet you kate, when do you start?"

"10:30"

"so do i! we can start together!" azira gives her a gentle nudge on the shoulder trying to make her more comfortable than she obviously isnt in this situation.

10:30am rolls around and azira is showing kate how to clock in and make drinks.

its 1am and its suprisingly quiet for a sunday afternoon. nadia pulls azira aside and says that she can go on her 30 minute break. as shes walking to order her discounted lunch she sees three familiar boys walking into the resturaunt. she smiles even though they havent quite noticed her yet.

she orders, having taught kate how to use the regester, and steps aside to let the three boys order their meals.

she's kinda dissapointed that wavy hair hasn't texted her but she's just gonna continue on with her life, shes not going to be running after a boy she finds attractive.

as green hair steps forward to order kate's face morphs to one of shock. green hair laughs before kate speaks up.

"oh my god, you're awsten."

"sure am. oh my god, you're kate!" awsten mimics kates shock, having read her name tag.

"oh my god." kate is in a moment of shock, and azira just laughs at her. kate looks at her to tell her to shut up and she sure quiets down. wavy hair, behind awsten, looks at azira.

azira gets her order and goes to sit on an abandoned side of the resturaunt with the less amound of people. she pulls out her phone and gets on instagram, liking a few posts before going on her explore page.

she sees someone on the corner of her eye sit down in front of her. she looks up to see wavy hair smiling at her. she finishes her small chips before starting to speak.

"hello, wavy hair."

"hello, azira."

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