A Tall Order
aka 'one is too short to reach a can of soup at the supermarket au'
Part 4.
Written for dorkickassmeadowes.
(I do not own Orphan Black or any of its characters.)
The fourth time, the aisle is empty. Cosima walks up to the shelf as something catches her eye. A can of soup sits on the shelf at eye-level, with a post-it note attached.
It reads, in cursive hand: 'Sorry, I had to run. Delphine x'
Cosima beams at the note, before her eyes flick up self-consciously, and looks around the deserted supermarket to make sure that nobody is looking at her as a wide grin creeps up her face.
She pulls a pen from her top pocket and scribbles a note on the back of the post-it.
'Thanks, square ;) – Cosima'
The next day, she passes the store on her way to the lab. She can't help herself. She walks directly to the shelf, picking the note off. A reply had been written underneath her message. One word.
'Brat.'