Daria: ...It's not...
ily: mew?
Daria sighs
Daria: ...c'mon love...
ily: ok then.. she continues to walk
You reach downtown. Daria walks straight to a large office building and leans against a wall, waiting.
Ily: whom are you waiting for?
Daria: ...someone desperate...
A pack of bankers come out
Daria sees one lagging behind the others
Daria: ...He'll do...
her ears go up
Ily: nyao...?
