<span style="font-style: italic">Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.<br/><br/>Crash!</span><br/><br/>Panting, the small woman fumbled for her glasses to assess the situation she suddenly woke up to. â€œOh,â€ she said, looking embarrassed even though no one was around to witness what sheâ€™d done. She shut off the alarm clock and sighed as she squinted through the dark at the mess she made. â€œMaybe a plastic bottle of water will prevent this from happening again,â€ she mumbled to herself. Leaning over, she turned on the side table lamp, giving the room some light to at least navigate in. With a long stretch of her arms and a few cracking bones, she slid to the end of her bed to avoid stepping on any glass at the side of it.<br/><br/>The room was small and bare aside from her bed and a night stand on either side of it in one corner, and a desk in another. Though it was hard to say â€œcornerâ€ with the odd shape of the room. Since it was an attic room, she was basically sleeping in the roof, which caused the slanting walls. Continuing forward from her bed, she went into the small bathroom, which only had a shower, sink, and a very low-quality, easy-to-scratch mirror above the sink. If she had to use the bathroom, she had to go downstairs.<br/><br/>After washing up, she got dressed in black pants, a burgundy short-sleeved polo, and pulled her dark hair back into a tight bun. She completed her outfit with her black, rectangular plastic glasses and stuffing four darts into her breast pocket, ensuring a plastic cover was placed on the tips so they wouldnâ€™t poke through her shirt. It made her look like a bit of a bookworm, but she preferred the anti-social look to avoid too much interaction. After coming out of the bathroom, she saw that dawn was finally beginning to break. With a little bit of panic, she began to run down her stairs where there was a door at the bottom and then quickly ran back up for the keys. Finally getting through the door, she made sure to lock it behind her. Looking at the time, she calmed herself wondering why she started to feel rushed in the first place.<br/><br/>In front of her was a counter with a register. The place had a bit of a retro look to it. The long counter near the register provided bar stool seating for those who preferred that type of seating. There was a waiting area for those who wanted their meals to go. The place wasnâ€™t necessarily a restaurant where tables were waited, but still offered areas to sit and eat for those who preferred that instead. First thing she did was turn on the lights. This was only the third day the place was open so she wasnâ€™t expecting too many customers nor was there a need for any other employees aside from herself. Perhaps if this worked out and she got more attention, she would hire on a couple others to help her out. Behind her was a display for different breads and pastries, which she began to set up next. When she found everything to be perfect, she went on to putting some money in the register for change and making sure she logged the amount.<br/><br/>Finally 8:00 was coming around. She skipped over to the windows and began opening up the blinds followed by turning the sign to say â€œOpenâ€ and unlocking the door. There was a chalk board near the door which under the words â€œDelilaâ€™s Danish and Deliâ€, she wrote â€œBreakfast special: Toasty sandwich with coffee $2.50â€. Frowning at it wondering if it would attract anyone she shrugged and went to set it outside. It was a slow start and only a few on-the-go business people popped in for a quick on the go coffee, pastry, and some took the special. â€œDelilaâ€ learned not to give these people too much customer service as they were mostly in a rush. Not only were these people rude, but their thoughts were often unpleasant alsoâ€¦