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It was the middle of the week which meant a lull in the showings.
Sora, for one, could use the break and Sarah too, apparently. Having spotted the redhead by the bus stop, Sarah slowed the car and brightly called out to her.
"Need a lift, pretty lady?"
With a grin, Sora got into the convertible. Slipping her sunglasses back on, Sarah blindly pointed to the glove compartment.
"There's an extra pair in there."
Sora unfolded the neon green frames and put them on her face.
"Where to?" Sarah asked as she stopped at a red light.
"To the drugstore and then the grocery store." She sheepishly rubbed the back of her head. "I forgot to go earlier in the week and I'm out of supplies."
Sarah tsked. "All work and no fun." The diva uncovered her eyes momentarily. "How about some lunch first? It'll be my treat!"
Her stomach grumbled a little. "Lunch sounds great."
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The ladies sat outside of an Italian bistro as the weather was pretty nice.
Sarah's sunglasses had been pushed back and rested on top of her hair. Sora had placed her borrowed glasses back into the glove compartment.
She had gotten some meat and cheese ravioli while Sarah ordered some shrimp pasta.
Their gelato ice creams were half gone when the bill came. Smoothly, Sarah pulled out a brown leather wallet and started to get some bills out.
That's funny. I thought Sarah's wallet would be more colorful.
Sora scooped some more gelato into her mouth as her eyes caught the sight of the blue convertible parked by the sidewalk. She's had the feeling she'd seen it before, but this was the first time she'd seen Sarah driving. How weird.
"I didn't know you had a car."
Sarah smiled. "Oh, I don't."
Sora blinked as the statement processed and was passed onto another portion of her brain to make connections. Blue convertible.
Blue...BLUE!
"You took the Boss' car!"
Sarah's smile looked devious. "'Took' is far too strong of a word. I intend to return it after pampering myself for a bit."
The redhead suspiciously looked at the normal wallet again as the diva laid a generous amount for a tip. She'd bet the rest of her strawberry pocky that the car wasn't the only thing Sarah "borrowed."
Seeing the teen's look, Sarah laughed.
"We had a disagreement and I am entitled to an afternoon of compensation."
She took a large mouthful of her gelato and then stood up, the diva's heels making a light clacking sound as she moved out of her seat. Sora got out of her shock and followed her friend.
"Won't he get mad?"
Sarah paused in moving her sunglasses. "Maybe a little," she admitted. "But I prefer the subtle ways of expressing my continued discontent than the verbal ways." The glasses slid over her eyes. "It's more aggravating for him and fun for me."
Sora shook her head at her friend's grin.
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They were at the drugstore for a stock up on a few necessities.
With her plastic basket, Sora grabbed a new pack of soap bars, deodorant, and some toothpaste. She went over her mental list and a sign advertising a sale on shampoo and conditioner reminded her of the other items she needed.
Her hand hovered over the coconut shampoo when she stopped herself. In her mind, she heard his arrogant voice telling her what to use.
That condescending jerk!
She thought about Sarah's comment about subtlety being more powerful than speech. Narrowing her eyes, she passed the coconut and zeroed in on the vanilla.
She grabbed three bottles.
Vanilla's better anyways.
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AN: Let the games begin...or continue, since it's already started. :P