Misery loves company
The sound of the small bell was immediately followed by a loud slam as the girl entered the pizzeria. She groaned and tossed her backpack to the side of the building, not caring for the contents inside. She groaned again as she sat by the counter, motioning for her friend to come comfort her. “Tiiiiffffaaaaa.” She whined, as she placed her head on the counter.
“Hit me with the hardest thing you got.”
The bell had Tifa looking over, an immediate greeting on her lips. She smiled at the younger girl who stomped into the pizzeria and leaned against the bar. Chuckling, Tifa grabbed a glass and made Rinoa the only thing she would serve the minor.
Placing the pink arnold palmer (the pink came from the strawberry lemonade she knew Rin favored), Tifa smiled again, “Rough day Rin?”
