Ariana's POV
"Here's your caramel latte with soy milk, just as you asked." I smile, pushing the coffee cup towards her. She's slightly shorter than me with long blonde hair and bright blue, acrylic nails. Her makeup is perfectly done and she's gripping onto her iPhone with one hand like her life depends on it. I clear my throat and run a hand through my long dark hair, feeling insecure from this girls beauty. She barely glances up at me from her phone before taking her coffee.
"Thanks," she mutters, her tone a little rude. She drops one five pound note onto the counter before waltzing off, her heels clicking as she goes. I raise my eyebrows, any insecurities disappearing within a second. I may not be as beautiful as her but I definitely have better manners. I let out an exhausted sigh and place the note into the cashier, glancing around at the now empty cafe. It's ten to closing time and my feet hurt, my body aches and I'm craving my bed.
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