*Holly, your work that you've been sending in has been off track, I want you to work on it, ok?* Holly's teacher told her, sending her a request to unmute herself, Holly didn't, she nodded her head and waited for the rest of her classmates to join.
Holly started to tear up in front of the camera. She didn't know what to do, she'd felt helpless before in situations but none had her daughter's life on the line.. Or maybe she was... Already... Dead...
"Uh. Here's your latte." The Employee handed Holly a cute cup, it was brown-ish-orange and a cross between a teacup and a mug.
"W-where's the foam art?" Holly asked just before The Employee could make it behind the counter and into the kitchen.
"We don't have any foam artists here, maybe try the art gallery across the street."
"B-but.." Holly started to feel every bit of anger that The Employee felt. "I always get foam art."
"You must have the wrong place, we're not trained to be artists, we're baristas, so make up your mind, coffee or art?" The Employee's face was fuming. "Hint: You can't have both."
"That's it!" Holly slammed her laptop shut, "I came here because I thought my best friend was still working here, I came here because it used to make me happy. But I guess wherever a bad girl goes bad things follow."
