In the cafe, Ginny peered her head to see the long ahead of her. She let out an irritated groan and incessantly tapped her foot against the linoleum floor. A hand on her hip and her agenda tucked underneath her arm, she took a deep breath. “Can person at the front please hurry up with the order? Some of us have important meetings to attend,” she called with an obvious edge to her tone. “I am running on 45 minutes of sleep, so nobody should mess with me.”
















