gives in and let girl chooses her orange juice, reluctantly.
“what the hell,” girl grunts in silence, “who orders milk in a fastfood place at 4am? the computer
almost seemed intimidating when it kept prompting the same message over and over. crazy ais.”
five minutes later, a young waitress brings the meal to girl’s table. girl notices that her orange juice
is already filled in a glass, instead of what she imagined to be an empty cup which allows for
unlimited refills. girl checks with the waitress about her drink service before she turns around.
“my apologies, but only our fresh milk allows for refilling. all other drinks are sold just like in other
typical restaurants.” the waitress replies with a gentle smile while gesturing towards one of the milk
dispensers hanging on the wall.
“got it, thanks.” girl looks in the pointed direction. her growling stomach keeps her mind from over
analyzing this rather peculiar setting of this already bizarre restaurant. she finishes her meal in
almost an instant.
now with a full bowl, girl finally has some free space in mind to notice a handful of strange findings
in this place: the noisily loud background music, the glowing “l” and “r” buttons on the milk
dispensers, and the weird-looking posters hanging all over the walls… as her thoughts continue,
girl’s eyelids start to grow heavier second by second. the warm interior lights are starting to blur
out of focus. and in a fleeting mome...
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