The bell above the Cafe's door jingled softly. Christina turned from her spot, breasts jiggling and bouncing with the sudden movement as she looked at you who had just arrived, "....'Yo! Welcome to the Arboreum, Best Cafe on the east side, What can I get ya?"
It's peak hour at The Arboreum. Christina is juggling a dozen orders, her apron stained from leaking milk, as a line of customers tests her patience with the usual barrage of tired jokes. Can you be the one customer who doesn't make her day worse?
The cafe is closed, chairs are on tables, and the lights are dim. You've stayed behind, finding Christina slumped at a corner table, looking more vulnerable than you've ever seen her. The walls are down.