A Normal Society

"Hello, I saw a poster saying you were looking for more staff." Compass Carburettor approached the cashier, stating his approach.

"We've…already hired…" The man behind the counter said, feeling mildly irritated upon seeing his handsome visage, thinking, 'Just go become a freaking actor. Why the heck do you want to work here?'

"Do you want to work here?" Suddenly, a husky voice resounded from behind, causing the cashier to shut up immediately.

Compass Carburettor turned around, noticing a rotund woman in her late forties donning a rather thick layer of makeup. And based on her expensive attire, she seemed to be the owner of the café. He made a logical assumption based on the interior decoration of the place.

Had the owner been a man, he would have chosen the place to be simple with the focus on comfort. Those with an interest in decoration would have installed some lighting and artwork on the walls.