Shanaia and Sera went to the diner that has been their go-to place for a meal at any time of the day. They ordered what they wanted and just waited for it to be served.
“Why do we have to go this early? We usually go around in the afternoon. I’m still sleepy and the shops aren’t open yet,” Shanaia whined.
“Because I want to be the first one in line when the shop opens. Not that many go there anyway,” Sera told her.
“Why would you need to fall in line?”
“This shop is opening their classic autumn collection. I need to get my hands on them before anyone else,”
“That shop that offers unique designs and styles?”
Shanaia asked.
“Yes, that’s the shop. I cannot find anything like it in Milan or Paris. It is my style,”
Shanaia smiled at what Sera said. She knows her best friend, she will
