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The next morning found Mia touting her sling bag weighed down by her laptop across the street, a spring in her steps that had always been there but that day seemed...jauntier. It could have to do with the tempo of the song playing in her earphones, or it could have simply been the electricity that was pulsing in her blood, a remnant from the night before.

Just as Mia laid a hand gently on the cafe door, ready to begin her shift, she was intercepted by Delilah, who looked absolutely flustered even without a hair out of place. Mia made to remove her earpieces. "Kitchen duty, Mia," Delilah rattled, her fingers tugging at Mia's bag as though to jerk it from her and bid her move faster. "You can work the blenders and thingamajigs there. The ones out front are acting up. While you're in there, help Cookie with the sandwich orders." And then fluttering hands were beating like moth wings against Mia's back, and she was promptly ushered through the cafe, to burst through the kitchen doors, before a word of protest could even rise to her lips. In the flurry, Mia cast a wild gaze around the cafe, and almost caught a fleeting flash of crimson amidst seas of blue, green and brown, before the kitchen doors swung shut behind her and dispelled the illusion, sealing Mia in with her work cut out for her.