Being a delivery girl for a local pizza shop in Niji, Chie was glad she decided to invest in her own Vespa scooter (with matching sidecar). It was a lot more conventional than buying a new car, not to mention cheaper(although money wasn't really an issue). However, when it was as rainy and windy as it was today, she sometimes questioned her choice in vehicle. Luckily she had her rain coat prepared due to the storm warnings today, and of course her helmet and goggles. But the rain seemed to come down harder as the day drew on and it was near impossible to keep dry in this condition. But this is what she signed up for when she agreed to continue working as her boss - a greedy son-of-a gun - decided to keep the shop open through the severe storm warnings and city evacuation notice. Of course HE wasn't the one having to go out in this weather...

Not that Chie minded much, though. Being wet didn't really bother her, and she would probably be miserably bored if she were stuck at home or in a shelter for the length of the storm. She liked to keep busy. Plus she was getting paid.

The vespa slowed to a stop as she neared the address on the receipt and pulled next to the curb outside the residence. Checking the now sopping wet piece of paper to verify her destination, she pulled back the cover of the side car attached to her scooter and removed the box of pizza, still dry and encased in the pizza warmer, and a large white tarp. Moving as quickly as she could, Chie covered her scooter with the sheet of plastic in attempt to keep the rain from doing any further damage and hurried to the front door. She rasped her knuckles on the door and quickly removed her helmet as not to appear rude to the customer. Even though there was a cover, the wind sprayed the front of the house and the girl waiting outside with rainwater. Her hair was soaked in seconds and Chie was pretty sure it was impossible for the storm to come down any harder. It was just a constant flow of water being pored onto the earth. Now that she wasn't moving around as much, the yellow girl noticed she was shivering as she brought her hand up to hastily knock on the door once more.

A boy answered the door and was hit by the wall of wind and rain. He offered his thanks as Chie removed the warm pizza from it's waterproof case. Man, she wished she could wrap herself up inside that pizza carrier right about now.

Just then, her phone went off from her coat pocked and she checked the screen to see who it was. “Excuse me one moment, this is my boss,” She apologized to the customer and turned slightly away to answer her phone. “Hello?” She cupped her hand over her mouth so the wind didn't pick up as much on the reciever. “Tsukino. It seems the news just announced the storm has turned into a Typhoon. They're closing down major streets and stuff, so I might as well close up. And frankly, I can't be held responsible if you have an accident to get hurt or anything while on the job. So you can have the rest of the nigh off.”

“A Typhoon?!” Chie gasped into her phone before realizing she was in front of a customer and lowering her voice. “Oh-Okay sir. Thank you. Have a good night, and stay safe.” She was not surprised that a law suit for an employee getting injured on the job was the manager's main concern in this situation. “I apologize, here's the receipt” She bowed to the boy, who was trying not to let too much rain into his house, and held out the damp piece of paper which had been smudged by the rain. “Sorry it got a bit wet” Chie balanced on her heals a bit nervously, “Have a good night!” She then turned to the curb where she was parked and was literally slapped in the face by the reality of the now typhoon that was among them. She hesitated at the front porch as she held her helmet to her chest. Had she really been driving in this weather?

Chie peered back at the boy in the doorway and gave him a nervous smile. He was probably waiting for the strange girl to get off his property. To be honest, the yellow girl hadn't been nervous driving in the storm up until that point when reality finally sunk in that she would be driving through a typhoon. And the manager said they were closing down roads and stuff. Could she even get home without any problems? “Well,” she dragged the word out slowly. There was no way she could ask a complete stranger- a customer- to shelter her until the roads were back open, at least. “I guess I'll be going now,” she waved once again to the boy and turned to the street but still didn't move from her spot on the porch, “On my scooter....Through a typhoon.” She once more glanced back up at him with big, round eyes.

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