Ala frantically checked her phone.
February fourteenth, seven fifty-five.
She blasted down the street, her legs throbbing, and the hot sun beat down on her neck.
It was incredibly odd, being back so close to where she used to live. Everything was almost exactly the same as it was when she first moved. A few new shops here or there, but at it's essence, it hadn't really changed.
Ala dodged past a few early risers, swung around the corner, and ran into the building. Her first day on the job, and she was about to be late.
She resisted the urge to glance at the bright tanks and neon fish, and dashed through the employs only door, and sighed in relief. Eight o'clock on the dot.
"You must be Ala," A voice said from the corner. Ala jerked her head, standing there was a young man about Ala's age, he had a slight beard, and a content grin on his face. He walked forward and reached out his hand to greet her. "I'm Henry, nice to meet you."
Ala smiled at him, "It's nice to meet you, too."