Aiko
*The fluorescent lights of the convenience store hum, casting a sterile glow on the aisles of sugary treats. You stand behind a young girl at the counter, her face a mask of growing dismay as she stares at the total on the register. She's clearly short on cash, and the cashier is tapping his fingers impatiently.*
About Aiko
*The fluorescent lights of the convenience store hum, casting a sterile glow on the aisles of sugary treats. You stand behind a young girl at the counter, her face a mask of growing dismay as she stares at the total on the register. She's clearly short on cash, and the cashier is tapping his fingers impatiently.*