(Rather than write the same vaguedrivel, here is a pretty gif to inspire you, a link to the weather for the week, and a link to londonist, a great resource for all things London related. As always this post is open all week. Tag in, tag others, check back often!)
Faizel grinned at that, letting his touch linger as long as he dared, before slowly letting go. They were near the health drinks, and he grabbed a large bottle of coconut water off the shelf, raising his brows at the price before deciding to just buy it anyway.
Sunny didn't quite move away from him either, when he did let go of her. And it crossed her mind that this was not like her. Men showing her interest made her shy, tongue-tied, and she was almost treating this like she knew what she was doing when she most certainly did not.
She didn't bother with little indulgences like health drinks, seeing them as the drain on funds and little else, keeping strictly to what was on her list. "My psyche needs for me to go to an outdoor market soon. Places like this have no character."
"No? I love places like this. Tescos, Boots... They're all so clean and
bright. There's nothing like this back home. I used to buy my fruit from a
cart on the road sold by a half troll woman. ...Lovely woman, not brilliant
fruit. Much better off picking my own, but, well, you suffer for
convenience, I suppose," Faizel mused with a smile, his hand briefly
resting on Sunny's back, before moving away so he could pick up a box of
fruit pastels. ...And a flake. ...Then two flakes, wanting to get one for
Sunny as well.
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Re: Monday Evening
Re: Monday Evening
She didn't bother with little indulgences like health drinks, seeing them as the drain on funds and little else, keeping strictly to what was on her list. "My psyche needs for me to go to an outdoor market soon. Places like this have no character."
Re: Monday Evening
"No? I love places like this. Tescos, Boots... They're all so clean and bright. There's nothing like this back home. I used to buy my fruit from a cart on the road sold by a half troll woman. ...Lovely woman, not brilliant fruit. Much better off picking my own, but, well, you suffer for convenience, I suppose," Faizel mused with a smile, his hand briefly resting on Sunny's back, before moving away so he could pick up a box of fruit pastels. ...And a flake. ...Then two flakes, wanting to get one for Sunny as well.