Elisa hovered at the entrance of the café, her fingers gripping the strap of her handbag like it might anchor her to something stable. The familiar bell above the door jingled as she stepped in, drawing glances from the few early customers and a couple of staff. She squared her shoulders. No running today. She was here, and she wasn't going to cower. She put a smile on her face and walked quickly to her station.
Behind the counter at her station, a slim girl sat slouched against the high stool , arms crossed and a nonchalant expression on her face. Short Jet black hair with streaks of rainbow colour framed her pale, sharp-edged face, and her lips were painted the shade of dried blood. She watched as Elisa walked behind the counter and put on her apron.
"Hi, I'm Elisa. I work here."
The girl looked at her silently for a while, "I'm Raven, your station partner. I have worked here for a while."
