pinky takes big steps approaching the counter in her white shirt, pencil skirt, and heels, eager to be having her all-time favourite dark mocha fraps. her heels create noisy sounds as they touch the marbled floor.
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COUNTER
she mentioned her order to the guy behind the counter who had greeted her cheerfully. he offered the largest size of the glass, but refused by pinky who said 'ah no, thanks. grande would be good.' the guy asked whether he could serve the drink in a non-disposable glass, and she said okay. pinky paid for her fraps.
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PICK-UP BAR
pinky waits for her fraps to be ready, putting the $2 change in her maroon wallet. the cheerful guy places her order on the bar, tilts his head, and asks,
'are you french?'
pinky smiles in confusion, answering,
'nah. do i look french?'
he shrugs and smiles back.
'so where're you from?'
'i'm from indonesia.'
he smiles again. pinky grabs one of the signature green straws and waves a thank. he gives a cheerful bye bye as she walks off to her sofa.
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