[Open] Evening, Grocery Store

[windupgadget]

She didn't mean to cause trouble - honestly.

But that didn't faze the fact she was standing in the middle of a decimated aisle, boxes of pastas scattered and squashed across the floor, alongside a couple groaning, rising shoppers. Or a cart had toppled over behind her, blocking her way out. Not that she was trying to escape, but the victims of this mess didn't even look at her when she tried to help them up, and just stood there, looking as confused as ever. Better yet, she could hear the tell-tale sounds of crashes in other parts of the store, making her flinch and duck passed the pair, making a break for it around the corner.

All she wanted was to pick up a few things she usually missed!

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[windupgadget]

"-what? I can't call lost and found for help?" Okay, well. He started it.

And Shiki slides herself off the back, only to find herself standing on her sidewalk in front of him, both hands full. Can't unlock a door like that. So she looks down at the coffee cup before offering it up.

"Here, it's almost gone. ...and thanks for the ride. Didn't think it'd be so fun, crashing a grocery store."

[devil_in_details]

He accepts the cup with a nod, tipping it to her as if toasting the evening. "You make your own fun," he responds, shrugging off her thanks but unable (or unwilling) to keep himself from smiling. "It's the only way any happens. Consider that some parting wisdom.

"Enjoy your evening," he continues, sitting back on the bike. "Maybe I'll break a clock someday soon."

Or at the very least stop by to heckle. See if the novelty hadn't worn off the second time around.

[windupgadget]

-and she's taking that wisdom most seriously, sir. If with a hesitant nod, while she muses. "I don't know- anything's fun with the right person." It's been awhile and the memory's a bit blurred, but she remembers that much.

But she'll concede his point about having to make it, too, and maybe that's why she stops rattling her drink around long enough to give him a curious look- and lean up to press quick, sound kiss on the cheek, before she thinks better. And before backing up onto the sidewalk.

"Alright- you know my hours, call anytime," she recites, far brighter than she could manage for any customer. "But I don't make discounts for friends, so." So she clears her throat before she can ramble more, digging in her pocket for keys and making for the door.

[devil_in_details]

Would this be the part where the gallant knight follows in the lady's footsteps, requesting a kiss in a more intimate location? Or does he simply sit atop his polished-chrome steed, basking in the evening's triumph?

Or does he just blink for a few moments like a total idiot, unable to believe she managed to get the drop on him again? This girl - she's really something!

Bennu chuckles and revs his engines a few times. So. That was how she wanted to play it? He wouldn't push her. Not this time. (Maybe the next time. To see if it flustered her. And also because now he'd gotten to thinking about it, and, wow, had he actually been flirting with her all evening? How had it taken him this long to figure that out?!)

It's all in how you see the world, he supposes.

"As you wish, milady," he calls over the roar of his faithful mount, giving her a salute and a quirk of his brow as he pushes away from the curb. "Spark catastrophe anytime!"

Bennu Tammuz isn't in the habit of making habits. But he knows one shop he'll be patronizing more often.