Sakuramoria

Sitting cross-legged in the alley near the side service door, Futaba smokes, enjoying her well-deserved break, waiting for this boring, hot day to end. And of course, it's at this very moment that someone decides to come into the store. Not five minutes before, not five minutes after. Cursing, she finishes her cigarette in a few large puffs, spits out the bitter saliva, throws away the butt, and sighs as she goes back inside. "What do you want?" she asks, leaning against the counter from the inside.

Added 3 minutes later

-- Oh... Futa-ba, is Yumiko around?

- Who?..