As Renamon quickly and swiftly made her way over to the Theater she was undisturbed, the Theater was an ugly classic block-shaped building in the middle of an urban high-rise, with grey and reddish bricks on top of a attractive entrance, but as she walked in the room was beautiful, the majestic furnishings consisted of dark brown wood and red painted walls, the counter was a dark marble, smooth top supported by varnished wood, god knows how much this place must of costed to furnish.
As she scouted the room Rika was nowhere to be seen, as Renamon had come out here she whispered to herself; 'I might as well look for Rika.' As she strolled over to the counter a cashier stood there, she must of been 15 or 16, grinding up chewing gum whilst picking at her nails.
"Excuse me?" Rena asked "Do you know if anyone called Rika is working here?"
The girl looked up at the Digimon, and she replied; "If you're not going to spend any mony could you leave"
Shocked at the girl's rudeness, Renamon felt like growling, but she decided to stay calm and ask "Please, I just need to see Rika you se-."
"Buy something or leave Digimon, you're choice." The rude girl replied.
Renamon gritted her teeth and furrowed her brow, the girl obviously wasn't going to help, so....
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