This is the beginning of a beautiful (and derpy) friendship.
WHO: Emi and Kai
WHEN: March 12th, Saturday afternoon.
WHERE: *~*~*~*~Supermarket*~*~*~*~*~
WHAT: There is nothing odd about running into someone you've only talked to online. Especially when you're running into them in the baking aisle.
Bread?
Check.
Tortillas?
Check.
Check, check, check.
Humming under her breath, Emi spared the inside of her shopping cart one last glance before she began to wheel it away from the produce and towards aisle eight. All she needed was to restock on flour, Cinnamon, and sugar and she'd be done. Well, she still had milk, butter and meat to buy, but that could wait until before she was ready to go pay.
Normally, Emi was the type of person to wake up early Sunday morning to get her grocery shopping for the week done. But as she had to cover for someone at work tomorrow, that would probably be impossible for her today - least she wanted to spend the day feeling more annoyed at people than usual. Which, really, was not option.
And having had promised both Ale and Kai churros earlier in the week, Emi supposed that today would be a good to bake with little to no distractions (read: Perverted French Midgets). The week had been too chaotic and stressful for her to even want to bake, but a promise was a promise. And as Jared and John would most likely want some, by default, Emi figured she'd have to make a rather big batch of churros in order for the four men to get some.
She'd call Ale and then e-mail Kai once the churros, and dinner for herself and her two idiots, was done and-
Ah.
Someone was standing in front of the flour.
Waiting a minute, Emi fought back a sigh before clearing her throat. "Ah, excuse me-?"
WHEN: March 12th, Saturday afternoon.
WHERE: *~*~*~*~Supermarket*~*~*~*~*~
WHAT: There is nothing odd about running into someone you've only talked to online. Especially when you're running into them in the baking aisle.
Bread?
Check.
Tortillas?
Check.
Check, check, check.
Humming under her breath, Emi spared the inside of her shopping cart one last glance before she began to wheel it away from the produce and towards aisle eight. All she needed was to restock on flour, Cinnamon, and sugar and she'd be done. Well, she still had milk, butter and meat to buy, but that could wait until before she was ready to go pay.
Normally, Emi was the type of person to wake up early Sunday morning to get her grocery shopping for the week done. But as she had to cover for someone at work tomorrow, that would probably be impossible for her today - least she wanted to spend the day feeling more annoyed at people than usual. Which, really, was not option.
And having had promised both Ale and Kai churros earlier in the week, Emi supposed that today would be a good to bake with little to no distractions (read: Perverted French Midgets). The week had been too chaotic and stressful for her to even want to bake, but a promise was a promise. And as Jared and John would most likely want some, by default, Emi figured she'd have to make a rather big batch of churros in order for the four men to get some.
She'd call Ale and then e-mail Kai once the churros, and dinner for herself and her two idiots, was done and-
Ah.
Someone was standing in front of the flour.
Waiting a minute, Emi fought back a sigh before clearing her throat. "Ah, excuse me-?"