[There's a considerable pause—and if Katsuya doesn't click first, she'll gesture pointedly at the area around her, vague enough to be the store in general, expression chagrinned.]
What do you think? I've got a job.
[She spits the last word out in the sweetest, angriest twist of tone permissible, a honeyed peachpit of frustration.]
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What do you think? I've got a job.
[She spits the last word out in the sweetest, angriest twist of tone permissible, a honeyed peachpit of frustration.]