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Delivery girl - Issue 2:
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"Hey, you're not allowed to stand here," a policeman's voice rang out behind Rinako, making her freeze for a second. "Go over to the pedestrian crossing. And don't swear in the middle of the street like a drunkard. You are a young lady after all. Go!"
"What-a-what?!" Rinako's eyes widened and she looked at the policeman, who was standing in front of her and looking her over from head to toe. "What did you say, mister cop? A-a young lady?!"
"Oh... Let's go!" the policeman grabbed her arm and dragged her away, saying, "Come on, young lady. Come on, come on, come on, come on. Move along now. No stopping and swearing, no fighting and no running. Go, go, go, go." He finally let her go when he led her to the other side of the street. "Don't make a face like this. If I see you again, I won't let you off with a warning, and I'll take you to the police station, miss. Have a nice day," the policeman smiled and turned around, walking away.
"Fu..." she was going to say the f-word, but then stopped herself, looking at the policeman who was looking back. "Fucking cops..." said Rinako silently, clenching her fists. "This fucking day will be a fucking hell..." and went further down the street, feeling how her chest and hips were swaying, making her feel even more furious.
After several minutes of walking, Rinako stopped in front of a small building. She read the sign with a large number of Japanese characters. "The Ichigo Cafe?" said Rinako and squinted her eyes. "I know this place, but I've never been here before. But... Why the hell am I feeling that this place is somehow important to me?"
Suddenly, the door to the cafe opened, and a Japanese woman who was about forty years old walked out of the cafe with a garbage bag in her hand, which was filled with empty paper cups and crumpled wrappers. The woman wore a bright orange apron and a matching kerchief on her head, and her hair was tied in a bun.
"Oh, honey!" said the woman with a joyful voice, smiling and waving her hand. "You're late today, huh?! Is everything all right, darling?!"
"Uh..." Rinako frowned slightly and stared at the woman for a couple of seconds, and then finally said. "Are you talking to me? Who are you, bitch?!"
"Eh? How are you talking with your mom like this, Rinako-chan?!" the woman said, looking confused and surprised, as she stood in the doorway and held a garbage bag. "Come inside, your breakfast is getting cold, althought after your... words... I'm not sure if you deserve to eat at all!" and went back into the cafe, slamming the door behind her.
"Wha-what did she say?!" Rinako frowned even more, not taking her eyes off the door, and then she took a deep breath, exhaled, and slowly walked towards the cafe. "Okay, Dylan, keep calm and cool," said Rinako, trying to convince herself. "This must be a joke or something. Yes, it's a joke, that's it. A prank from my friends, a good joke, ha-ha-ha." She opened the door, went inside, and froze, looking around.