Post by Konata on Mar 16, 2012 16:33:36 GMT -5
I walked into Braum's with a t-shirt saying Paris on it. I pushed away my auburn side-bangs and opened up my black leather purse. Only fifty dollars, crap. My dad only left me with fifty dollars, probably I would need a job. Oh well. I walked up to the counter and put my elbows up on the glass. "Cookie Dough icecream please," I smiled putting up ten dollars on the counter. As the man took the dollars off of the counter I leaned back and looked around. Everything seemed serene. I only needed someone else with meh. 
