Chapter One

Amy POV

Amy was standing in front of a shelf full of different types of sauce. The expression on her face was a mix of confusion and frustration, and she sighed before shrugging and taking the jar of tomato sauce that was right in front of her.

Lucy always knew which sauce to choose. She always knew the best option - and the cheapest one. Three months had passed since the breakup, and that time had not been enough for Amy to like buying groceries - or understanding how the whole process of going to the supermarket worked. In fact, the only moment in which Amy lamented the end of the relationship was this time of her week. Lucy usually went to buy groceries alone- or they would go together, which made it more fun and tolerable.

Amy smiled at the jar of tomato sauce, muttering something like "now it's just you and me in this daunting environment," when she felt the phone vibrating in her pocket. It was Lauren:

- Laaaaauren, you called at the right time! I'm trying to figure out what is the best tomato sauce for that pasta I will do tonight and …

- Oh … please! I can't understand how an intelligent and competent doctor did not know how to pick a tomato sauce.

Amy couldn't fight the smile again.

- Guilty.

- Whatever. I'll take the sauce, silly. But I'm not calling to discuss your shopping list. Actually I just wanted to know how is your day off. You're having fun?

Amy rolled her eyes. Despite the fact that Lauren wasn't her biological sister, Amy shared a strong connection with her– which was born in the most embarrassing event of their lives. So, she knew Lala was worried about her. Since Amy left the sofa at Lauren's house, two weeks after the end of her relationship, her stepsister's was always worried.

- Lauren, please! I've talked several times: it was only dizzy. I'm great! - Amy heard a sigh on the other side of the line. - And yes, I'm having a lot of fun at the supermarket. These corridors fill my life with laughter.

Lauren tried to suppress her laughter.

- Idiot! I was serious. - She cleared her throat - Hmmm, and you took your meds today?

Amy rolled her eyes again, while trying to place the jar back to the shelf without dropping the carrots, onions and mobile.

- Lala, I know you care about me. But as you said, I am an intelligent and competent doctor and I can take care …

This time it was Lauren who rolled her eyes.

- Ok, wonder woman. OKAY! We'll see you at 8 PM.

Lauren hung up the phone before hearing the laughter that preceded the "'k" whispered by Amy. The blonde hated being a source of concern for Lauren, but also felt relieved to have someone to share her fears. And no one better than her sister - who she had learned to love so intensely - to be her confidant. Lauren was her best friend. Of all the time.

Wrapped in your her thoughts, Amy failed in her attempt to put the sauce back on the shelf and felt the pot slipping from her hand. The blonde quickly turned her body, trying to avoid the impending disaster. And while she could firmly hold the sauce, she bumped hard into someone who was at her side and fell sitting on the floor.

- Fuuuuuuuuck! – The incident make all the "buying process" become a "Friday the 13th" for Amy.

The blonde looked up, ready to apologize for the bump, but faltered when she saw this girl looking at her with a worried expression. "Stunning" didn't do justice to describe the girl.

- Are you okay?

Amy blushed, trying to find coherent words in the tsunami of letters that had become flooded her mind.

- The sauce is intact, so I guess we'll survive. You know, everyone.

The girl grinned as she reached her hand out to Amy.

- Phew! I was really worried about the bloody death scene that would take place if the sauce had hit the floor.

Amy smiled back at the stranger, accepting her help and putting herself back in her feet.

- Sorry about that. I do not usually bump into strangers on the market while trying not to drop sauce all over the floor. Consider it a kind of an unique "hey, nice to meet you". Or something like this.

Amy slapped her forehead mentally. Why was she talking so much crap?

- Well, then I guess after so such a receptive welcome, I have no choice but make sure you are alright. You are okay, right? - The girl smile widened.

- Yes, yes. It's all right.

- Okay. Glad. For you and the tomato sauce. - The girl winked at Amy and turned her back, heading for the frozen section.

Amy stood, tomato sauce still in hand, wondering if she should say something. Or ask for the girl's name. Or her phone number. But before she could think of something to say, the auburn stopped and turned to her.

- By the way, it would be better if the sauce had broken.

Amy raised an eyebrow.

- I would define it as "EEEEEW" …

The blonde grinned.

- … But the sauce in your left is really good. You should take it.

Amy did nothing but nod. And as she watched the girl go again, she suddenly spoke:

- Amy!

The girl stopped, and half-turning her head replied:

- Karma. Nice to meet you.

And while swapping the tomato sauce, Amy thought the supermarket was not a bad place after all.