Amaya's morning had been going quite well. She got up on time, had a delicious, healthy breakfast, sure it was raining, but Amaya loved it. There was something about the refreshing air, and dark cloudy sky that felt so good. She had walked to work that morning with her white umbrella, while it suck out a lot in the weather, the blond liked the blue and green flower design on it. It kept most of her top half dry, but her boots and the ends of her jeans got wet. Luckily there was time for them to dry while she was in her work outfit.

Sunday mornings were always slow. It was a bit boring for Amaya she prefered staying busy, but times like this allowed her to observe the few customers who did come in. Many were single males. Spotting one of these common people  seated close to the door, Amaya carefully scanned him. He was definitely a labor worker, not that that was bad or anything, people like him keep society going. He was having  a simple, traditional breakfast. Rice, and a cup of coffee. His facial features indicated that he was working himself to the bone and wasn't taking proper care of himself.

The familiar bell woke the kimono clad girl from her daze as it had done so many times. Her usual response kicked in. She stood up straight and faced the incoming customer with a smile on her face. [color=fff3d5]"Welcome to the Tiny Snowflake. How many are there in your party?"[/color]