"Good Morning" She said, letting the transparent door close behind her. She ran her hand through her messy hair, trying to sooth it out, as she placed her belongings on an empty table.
"Morning" A voice came from the kitchen, as the person slowly made her way to the door frame, resting there, wipping her hands.
"What are you doing in the kitchen at this time of the morning? We didn't even open up yet"
Demi sighed "Just sorting some stuff out, you know..."She shrugs "Cleaning."
"Okay." Miley said, dropping the subject. "So...What am I going to do?"
"Uhhh...You can open up now, I'll put your belongings somewhere else." Demi said with a smile.
Miley cleaned up the black balcony, before opening the door, carefully turning the 'closed' sign into 'open'.
She put her apron on, tieing it up, as she huffed, thinking about the day of work ahead her.
"Good Morning" A costumer said, sitting infront of the balcony. He had his head down, looking at his phone, while he obviously texted someone.
"Morning, sir," She said with a small smile "What can I get for you?"
"Uhm..Iced Coffee Please." The man said, lifting his head up, and stuffing his cellphone into his front pocket.
She looked at his face, bitting her lip, "Uhh, okay." She turned around, going into the kitchen, hoping to find Demi.
She walked through the kitchen, sighing, "Demiii, Where are you?" Suddenly a Smiling Demi entered the Kitchen,
stoping at the stove. "I'm right here."
"Good, I need to ask you something" "What?" ".3'O Clock. What Should I do?." Demi giggled "Actually it's more like ten O' Clock, but...What do you EXACTLY want to do?" "...Get His Number" "That's so easy...Make his coffee." Miley did as told, and made his coffee in a blink of an eye. "Okay, now grab a pen...And write your number...Yes. Now He'll Probably write his number somewhere too." She smirked "Demi, how do you get all the boys you want?" "Well, with practice...and beauty of course." Miley shoke her head, laughing at her best-friend. "What are you laughing at, Desiny?" "Oh, Nothing. Just your conceited-ness." "Miley, you can be conceited when you have reasons to...You should write this somewhere though...Because I should make a book." Miley giggled again, leaving the kitchen with a smile on her lips.