[ The door chimes ring, and a girl with pink hair and pinker clothing peer into the bar. She doesn't want to go here—not if he isn't around. Otherwise, it would be very awkward. The rest of the men who often dropped by weren't her sort of crowd. At least, she thinks they wouldn't be, from the way they look.
Her worry turns into joy and relief when she spots him behind the counter. And yet... she still goes in with half her face hidden behind her sleeves!
wow i forgot to set notifs to this post actually way to go... self...
Her worry turns into joy and relief when she spots him behind the counter. And yet... she still goes in with half her face hidden behind her sleeves!
... Maybe he should greet her first. ]