It was a boring night at the grocery store, one the small British woman didn't mind too much as anyone could tell from the way she was leaning against a far too cleaned- detailed and shined- cabinet playing games on her phone. The night had been so dead, customers scarce, that she'd let her roomate and coworker Winston duck out an hour early to get their shopping done and head back to the apartment. Lena was so absorbed in her phone, about to start another episode on her Lovestruck game, before a cough behind her caught her attention and made her ears go pink from playing what Winston insisted was porn.
"What are you doing?" An accented voice, unlike her own but still from Europe, asked her with amusement and she turned on her heel to gaze at the visitor. A tall gorgeous woman with raven hair in a messy bun was half smiling at her over the cabinet Lena just cleared in height which didn't help with her blush. The customer was dressed to kill, an elegant dress hugging her figure nicely and a pair of bright, blood red jewels hung around her neck in a web dazzling the British woman into silence until she realized she was staring.
"Oh! Just playing a game, love, admit yah caught me slackin' on the job. What can I do yah for?" She asked and then almost blanched at her own wording, getting flustered at the thought of the smooth material on her mysterious figure or the slits up her pale legs that went on for days. There were many things the brunette could do her for that's for sure…
"I just wanted to know where I would find the brownie mix, unfortunate as it is my… roommates request them," The woman set her basket on the nearby counter with a sigh and then tilted her head "What kind of game, cherié?" She asked with that semi smile picking at the corners of her darkly painted lips as Lena stashed away her phone and moved over to the counter where she felt significantly less tiny but still daunted by the questions. Two very different directions to go in.
Lena let out a small laugh before looking at the contents of her basket; wine and quite a few different bottles, various sandwich items, bread, eggs, a few different energy drinks, and three different types of chocolates. But the questions still remained to be answered. "Ah, aisle three for that, it's on sale love but as for the other question," She went a little pink again and the words came out in a single breath before she could stop them "My mate calls the stories porn but they are more and have a great story line with interesting characters and also great LGBTQIA representation. I feel that's lacking in most romance games." Which only proceeded to make her more red until she was distracted by the beautiful sound of the other woman's laughter at her.
"Why don't you show me this magnifique app, Lena?" She asked and the use of her name made her pause a moment as she pulled out her phone before the honey colored eyes flicked down to her chest- Lena gasped, assuming at first it was her being checked out until she laughed awkwardly at the nametag her hand touched hanging from her chest. Right, obviously, but that left the question for her now.
The spiky haired woman leaned over the counter with her phone in hand and a cheeky grin "How about a trade, love? You'll tell me your name and I'll let you hit up Helena?" She teased and swiped in her code before pressing on the image of a sorceress bathed in blue. Dark tinted lips curved in a broader smile than Lena had seen, about to answer when she was cut off by a gravely voice coming near them.
"Amélie! I got it," The man barked and, as he approached, Lena took in his overly… angry appearance in all black and a look on his face like he might kill someone or destroy the loaf of bread in his own basket "We need to hurry up. Sombra is getting impatient and Moira already stopped somewhere else today- apparently better."
Amélie straightened up before pulling out one of the order forms, her smile having vanished- replaced by thin lines when the Hot Topic man showed up and started staring at Lena hard, but she shoved the folded paper and Sharpie back at her British helper. "My name is Amélie." She said simply before following after the guy with a Grim Reaper tattooed on his forearm. It only took a few moments of being dazed by her name, after all Amélie was gorgeous and suited her, before she unfolded the order form to find a number written down and something else in flowing cursive.
"Helena looks like she keeps you up all night so she might be porn. Call me if you have a hand free from your game, cherié."
