Standing in front of the mirror, Camila felt radiant and full of confidence, as she looked at herself, wearing a yellow floral print dress that ended right above her knees and made her look decent enough to wear a white coat on top of it and look as a part of the troop that was going to practice at the psychiatric ward in the university hospital.
Walking out, she saw as Selena rushed inside the apartment, throwing open her apron on the floor, indicating that she was just coming back from her morning shift.
“I thought you were coming directly to the hospital.” Camila stated, picking up the apron from the floor.
“Yeah, I thought the same too until Mike, my co barista, decided to spill someone’s hot mocha on top of me. I just don’t get it why the f**k do people drink hot chocolate in the m
