Drugstore near Vine Square, afternoon, Ylva OTA
That time of the month again, and Ylva had dropped into the drugstore to get some supplies and some painkillers. Not that she was in much pain, but she knew from experience that it would come and go as the evening went on.
With a basket on her arm with the absolute necessities in it, she inspected the other goods and contemplated buying a wheat pillow to heat up in the microwave. All the dancing was making her left ankle ache.