[On the whole, Sakura is not a connoisseur of fast food. Her youth had set the tone for healthier options - lots of rice, lots of vegetables, limited sugar and carbs - and despite her newfound freedom in America, the girl is reluctant to stray from what she's familiar with. Except today is Thursday: the day her bank account apparently doesn't care what she wants. She takes one look at her debit card and heaves a sigh.
Well... there's still some daylight left. If she takes the bus, she'll be at a nearby McDonalds within 15 minutes. A solid battle plan, she thinks while grabbing her purse before marching out the door.
Though she might've reconsidered if she'd kept in mind the dinner rush. When she arrives, the lines aren't stupidly long, but she's still standing behind at least 6 people before it's her turn. And then the ordering process takes a good 5 minutes with the cashier (newly hired, she assumes), messing up her order.
No big deal, at first. Sakura's a patient girl when she tries to be. And it's only on a hunch that she checks her bag and sees that everything - everything - is wrong. Two quarter-pounders. A thing of chicken nuggets. No fries. Oh come on.]
Um... excuse me? [She waves down the first person in uniform she sees, smile polite but a little pinched with exasperation.] Sorry but... my order isn't correct. This might be someone else's.
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Well... there's still some daylight left. If she takes the bus, she'll be at a nearby McDonalds within 15 minutes. A solid battle plan, she thinks while grabbing her purse before marching out the door.
Though she might've reconsidered if she'd kept in mind the dinner rush. When she arrives, the lines aren't stupidly long, but she's still standing behind at least 6 people before it's her turn. And then the ordering process takes a good 5 minutes with the cashier (newly hired, she assumes), messing up her order.
No big deal, at first. Sakura's a patient girl when she tries to be. And it's only on a hunch that she checks her bag and sees that everything - everything - is wrong. Two quarter-pounders. A thing of chicken nuggets. No fries. Oh come on.]
Um... excuse me? [She waves down the first person in uniform she sees, smile polite but a little pinched with exasperation.] Sorry but... my order isn't correct. This might be someone else's.