Cheina rushed in, her sky blue hair reflecting the widening of her sea-eyes. It was so crowded, and almost everyone was rather higher than her. Slowly, she ducked underneath a few of the tall adults to cut the line a little, but ended up at a stalemate having due to a 5-year-old almost telling his mum.
"Don't tell me I'm late, it just can't be rush hou'a now," Cheina groaned sadly, her little lips trying to make a stern pout afterwards. For awhile she hopped up, waving her hand and moving underneath many of the customers to check to see if Miervaldis was there. Like usual though, he was late - again. However, this didn't stop Cheina from wanting to at least get something to eat before her dance class started. It was getting quite uncomfortable in her low-crotch pants and baggy shirt anyway, and her tie was even starting to drag onto the floor.
Now all she had to do was wait, at least for a bit, until it was her turn to finally get some nice hot chocolate and anythin' nice on the menu this time. As a time passer, she watched the employees rush and try to serve everyone, and Miervaldis was that one idiot who wasn't helping. Cheina almost wished she could work, had she not been underage, and help the guys out. With a sigh, she continued to wait and began to bite her bottom lip nervously.