The supermarket was often seen not as a place to restock the pantry but as a social network. From ancient Greek
agoras to farmer's markets next to the highway, people met, small talked and swapped pie crust tips. So maybe it was
fate or coincidence that a certain frying pan wielding girl would bump into a certain dark haired pianist on her way out of
such a place. A light pink blush spread across her cheeks as she apologized while the taller male stated it was fine to a
display of apples not wanting to meet her gaze. She glanced downwards and smiled inwardly seeing his basket filled with
expensive foods and spare sewing supplies. He still hadn't changed. He glanced over her before she noticed wondering
if she had gotten taller. She looked good today. But as all things must do, their brief meeting came to an end and they
parted ways. The girl, as she left, pondered how many pairs of underwear he was patching. The man was trying to figure
out why she needed so many disposable cameras.
--at the next U.N. meeting--
'And I propose that we need to-'
Click *flash*
'Darn. Austria could you do that expression again? I think you blinked.'
'…'