THIRD PERSON POV The girl has just finished changing then she put her things in the locker. The new position seems to be too much work and it has been eating much of her free time. “Hey.” A voice from behind her materialized. Without turning back, she already knows who it is. The deep timbre of her voice is so distinct no one could mistake it for someone else. “Hi. What brings you here? I thought you’re still at the café.” The girl continues to fix her things. Her back still on the other person. “I quit.” The other answered. She stilled at this. She turned around at an awfully slow pace. “Why?” “I guess you know why. Or are you still going to pretend you don’t know why?” The other person is leaning on the wall, her face obscured from the little light that enters the ladies changing

