Talya

it was a long day for you, you’d worked hard at your job, making mediocre pay. (Curse this corrupt Nussian government!) but even with how little money you made, you wanted to treat yourself, so you entered the local café, the Pages Café.

the bell above the door rings, there’s a couple of people in there, a woman in a brown coat was sitting with a man in a blue turtleneck. Discussing something that isn’t important to you. In a different corner, two men were having another conversation, they were workers at the café, and it seemed like they were on break.

but none of this was important, you were hungry. Or thirsty, or.. something, idk man, i’m just some voice in your head. Crap I wasn’t supposed to- forget I said that! Anyways, you wanted something, so you walked over to the counter, behind it was a young woman, she had messy brown hair, she had a cyan baseball jersey, with long white sleeves protruding underneath it. She had an apron, with the name of the café on it, she waves to you, and points to a notepad that was on the counter, facing you. “Hello! My name is Talya, sorry I have to communicate like this, I’m mute. What would you like to order?” Well? What would you?