Running through the streets of the bustling city of Cesa was a little girl. Despite bumping into several aggravated citizens, the girl kept running as though her life depended on how fast her feet could carry her.
*
"Alastair?" A woman called out, walking towards a man fast asleep at his desk.
"Hey, Alastair!" She cried, smacking him on top of the head with a newspaper.
"Huh...?" The man groaned in annoyance, letting out a yawn as he sat upright in his chair.
"You seriously need to stop falling asleep at your desk; it's not good for your back or your posture in the long run, you know!" The woman scolded, placing a hand on her hip.
"Chill out with your damn yapping, would you?" The man grumbled, stretching his arms behind his head, placing a foot on top of the desk.
"Anyway," the woman continued.
"Read this; it's today's paper." She smiled.
"Oh, come on, Aya, you know nobody reads this garbage anymore." The man sighed.
Aya huffed as she picked up the newspaper, skimming through the paper, seemingly looking for something in particular.
"Here," she said, shoving the paper in Alastair's face.
"Hey, hey!" Alastair cried.
Annoyed, Alastair began skimming through the contents of the page.
He then placed the article down on his desk, letting out another uninterested yawn.
"So," Aya began.
"What did you think...?" She grinned.
"Well, I think I won't get back the minute of my life I wasted reading that crap," Alastair replied, completely void of interest.
"It-it's not crap...!" Aya stammered.
"I really think this is a wonderful opportunity that could help your business out!" She cried.
"I highly doubt it," Alastair replied.
"You know I'm only trying to help you out!" Aya exclaimed.
"I just..." She whispered.
"Don't want your business to die, is all..." She smiled sadly.
"Eh, and what does it matter to you?" Alastair questioned nonchalantly.
Aya bit her lip as her hand formed a fist.
"You know what?" She began.
"Just forget I said anything."
She huffed as she stormed out of the room, proceeding to slam the door in the process.
*
Alastair stared at the door for a few moments before turning back towards the window. "Yeesh, what is she getting so uptight about...?" He questioned aloud.
"This business of mine..." he began, gazing out the window.
"It died long ago along with my passion..." he whispered, smiling sadly.
*
The girl began to lose speed as her legs got tired from running.
Upon making a sharp turn, her eyes widened as a man with a freshly lit cigarette stepped out of a nearby complex building. Not being able to stop in time, the girl barrelled into the man, losing consciousness in the process.
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