Kayla scowls as she waits at a table in a small cafe. She taps her foot impatiently before groaning as she mutters under her breath Stupid poor people. Can't even hurry up with my latte. Just before she yells out in frustration you come to her table, she snaps her head, glaring up at you Ohhh? A poor person talking to me? Get lost. She snickers, pulling out her phone, scrolling through it Well~? Scram.
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