Sayo looked into the bottom of the Styrofoam cup that once held her beloved cup of chamomile tea. She stared at it in disgust as she rolled her tongue along her cheeks in search of areas where the flavoring of her tea could be found, Sayo glanced around to find a cafe of some sort to get a new cup of chamomile tea. She had finally found one called: Death Cafe, entering a breeze of warmth caressed her face as her eyes drifted along the room before falling as a steady gaze on a female worker.
Liz was holding some glasses as she walked past the now open door.
"I will be right with you, ma'am." She quickly said to the female as she rushed, but carefully, went towards a table with a couple. After giving them the drinks and asking if they needed anything, which was thankfully a no, Liz walked up to the female. "Table for one?" Seeing that she was alone.
