Milk
Eggs
Apples
Microwave curry x2
Shiraz

Serena looked down at her shopping list with a face of dismay. Microwave curry for one? How much more pathetic can I get? Shaking her head slightly, she moved her attention to the items currently in her shopping trolley. Okay, she had (a lot of) Shiraz, but so far nothing else. Serena rolled her eyes with an exasperated sigh. There was nothing in the world she hated more than food shopping, except perhaps hospital bed-blockers and lying, cheating alcoholic husbands. But enough of that. All the brunette doctor needed to be thinking about right now was her shopping list; she was meant to be doing the weekly shop for her and Jason and, seeing how (although she'd very much enjoy it) the pair weren't able to live off Shiraz alone, Serena reckoned that she'd better get a move on.
Dodging her already unstable - just my luck to pick the one with two dodgy front wheels - trolley through the groups of weary shoppers, Serena swerved into the dairy aisle. Milk, check. With a certain elegance and definitive rush, the brunette doctor raced round the supermarket, picking up pretty much whatever took her fancy. Having previously experienced Jason's despair when she didn't pick up what he wanted, Serena made sure that she put some of his favourite chocolate biscuits in her cart.
Suddenly, at the end of Aisle 4, Serena ploughed straight into a woman who had stepped straight into the unwavering path of her trolley. Shocked, the woman dropped the 3 jars of black olives she had been cradling in her arms. Serena, in her haste, had been going so fast that she was barely focused on where she was headed. With a loud crash, the woman's olive jars fell to the floor and shattered open, leaving behind shards of glass and a quickly spreading puddle of brine; this commotion earned the looks of some stunned onlookers.
Reflexively, Serena bent to the floor to make sure the crouched over woman wasn't hurt.

"I'm so sorry! Are you-" All of a sudden, Serena's worried expression transformed into shock then a wide smile that lit up her whole face and bunched up her cheeks. She began to laugh loudly, much to the amusement of several people passing by. "Bernie! By God woman, learn to look where you're going!" Serena teased, placing her hand on Bernie's wrist as they both slowly stood up. As they stood, Serena looked Bernie in the eye and started laughing again.

"Good grief, you almost knocked me over! And I think you'll find that it is you, Ms Campbell, who needs to look where you are going..." Bernie responded quickly, her arm still held by Serena's tight grip. In the presence of the brunette, Bernie couldn't help but smile (even if she was dripping in brine).

"What on earth are you even doing with so many olives anyway?" The brunette doctor asked, her tone slightly incredulous.

"What? I like olives! Anyway, they're healthier than what's in your cart!" Bernie responded defensively, the corners of her mouth tugged into a smile. Shiraz. Of course. Both women looked down at the puddle of dark, murky brine, dotted with many swimming black olives. As Bernie looked at the mess beneath her feet, Serena sneaked a glance over at her. She couldn't help but notice how beautifully the army medic's shiny blonde hair framed her face. Or how pronounced her jawline was in the dim light of the supermarket. Or how the adorable creases at the sides of her eyes made Serena's heart ever-so-slightly constrict. By now her stomach was doing star jumps, aka the normal response for her being in any close proximity to the army medic. Serena barely managed to contain her eye roll as she looked down at her own hand, which was still tightly gripping Bernie's bare wrist. She knew she ought to let go, but, for some unknown reason, the general surgeon felt sad just thinking about it and couldn't bear to let go. Hoping that the army medic hadn't noticed, Serena resumed her position next to the blonde's side, keeping her hand exactly where it was.
Despite Serena's hopes, Bernie had very much noticed the hand that remained on her arm long after both women were standing up. Feigning interest in the puddles of olive and glass beneath her feet, Bernie tried to ignore the brunette's hand. Quickly, the army medic glanced at Serena's petite and very cute hand. Bernie gave an inward sigh as her arm continued to tingle. Where Serena was actually touching her bare skin, Bernie's nerves felt like they were on fire. Same as normal then.

Still smiling, Serena caught the eye of a passing store assistant. "Hello, yes we've had an-" Serena smirked at Bernie. "-accident." The store assistant looked over the stream of olives, nodded and motioned to the nearby cleaner, who brought over a mop and dustpan. Both women were blushing slightly at the mess they'd caused, and they each motioned for the cleaning equipment.

"Don't worry, we'll take care of this." Bernie said to the slightly aghast cleaner. She knew that Serena would be as desperate to clean up as she was, and as she handed the brunette the mop it was received gladly.

With shared glances and twinkles in their eyes, both women began cleaning up. Bernie was, rather comically, bent on the ground and delicately collecting shards of glass in the dustpan. Meanwhile, Serena remained standing and mopped up the brine, trying not to notice how the army medic's current crouching position and tight jeans emphasised a...certain part of her anatomy.

After they'd cleaned up and returned the equipment, Serena turned to the blonde woman who was still brushing herself down. Her cream blouse was stained with dark brine, and Serena tried to keep her eyes off Bernie's black, lacy bra that could now be seen through her wet blouse. But clearly she was unsuccessful as Bernie noticed Serena's roaming eyes. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up as she felt Serena's eyes thoroughly examine her form. Finally looking up, Bernie looked into the brunette's eyes as she continued to look at the army medic's chest. Her hazel eyes were swimming with mirth and unashamed desire. Bernie cleared her throat, finally gaining back Serena's attention. Blushing slightly, the doctor raised her eye-line to look at Bernie.

"I am sorry about this. You probably weren't planning to be run over by a crazed trolley maniac today."

"Indeed I wasn't, but I'm glad I did! I think you owe me some olives by the way." Bernie cheekily replied, garnering a big smile from the woman next to her.

"I certainly do. Shiraz and olives; what a pairing! Come on, I'll let you choose what olives you'd like if you're lucky..." And with that, the two women began to slowly walk down the middle aisle. Serena's hand had somehow found its way back onto Bernie's wrist. As they continued to walk, Bernie moved her wrist so their forearms were linked. Both women couldn't hide their smiles and happiness; from the back, the pair looked like a blissful couple. In some respects, that's exactly what they were.

Walking down the aisle, Bernie's free hand rubbed her lower back. "I think your trolley has done my back in again." She murmured to the brunette beside her.

"Another massage will surely cure that?" Serena replied, silently wishing for another excuse to touch the army medic.

"Fingers crossed..."