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She enters quietly, dressed all in black, breathing heavily through the blue medical mask, walking with light steps, as if she does not want to weigh down the ground as she walks; As if she were guilty, bound herself with shame. fingertips rubbed together nervously, then squeezed her palm. shoulders were stiff, paleness was accompanied by a sullen expression, which she tried to keep neutral, fearing that she would fail. clenches her jaw. She takes a deep breath to calm the knot in her stomach. She walked, gaze on the floor, straight towards the order counter. She was trying with all her might not to expose herself, or not to seem too harsh.
“Hi-”
she said, voice coming out a little loud. 'Fuck!!' A voice inside her head shouted.
'Maybe we look worse than we try?!' swallowed, trying to smooth out her syllables before continuing
“A glass of juice, please.”
'Caffeine would be a bad idea now', Yugoslavia thinks to herself.