"Mmm, yeah, my aunt can't stand cherry tomatoes and my dad refuses to eat spinach, so you should put those in separate containers. Brian eats only iceberg lettuce, but no one'll mind if he has to pick out the parts he wants-- if he bothers with the salad." That ought to cover everyone. Geoffrey and her mom would never dare admit to not liking every possible salad ingredient, and her sister-in-law was easier going than her brother. Her niece's tastes changed every time Amber saw her, so there was no predicting the right answer there. The brat probably would probably just have turkey and ice cream, anyway.
Her bags were under Eric's, so it took a bit of yanking around and rummaging to pull out another blouse and skirt combination. She draped them over her right arm and with her other hand held Eric's as they walked into the fluorescent lights. It was only for a few seconds before they each headed off to their separate tasks, but by then it was a habit, reaching out for him when they walked together. Being able to curl her fingers around his was one of the things she'd chosen for herself, by dating him. This visit wouldn't take that or him away from her.
There was a line at the bathroom, but holding a hand to her mouth and dropping a few hints about a delayed period got the other ladies to let her in before them. To fulfill the illusion, Amber made a few convincing hurling sounds and flushed the toilet before switching outfits. "Thank you so much," she gushed at the women; they nodded with self-satisfied generosity.
Her errand was, of course, faster, so Amber had to wait a few minutes at the door. What was taking Eric so long? It wasn't as if there were that many people in the store, even with it being the day before Thanksgiving. Amber almost grew irritable again, but at the sight of two cups, hunger won out over grumpiness. She whisked one of the coffees and nearly gulped it down, like the first drink of water after exercising. "Didn't realize how much I needed that," Amber said with a sigh. A quick look at the container Eric held confirmed that he'd fulfilled her request, but then again, it was salad. Amber trusted him with that much.
The automatic doors had been opening and closing next to her all this time she'd been standing there, with every passing person a reminder that she'd have to leave soon. Amber tried a wry smile at Eric but it came out a grimace. "Well, I guess we can't put it off any longer. Let's go." There was one good thing about going back into the cold and walking briskly towards her car-- they were close to getting this over with.
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Her bags were under Eric's, so it took a bit of yanking around and rummaging to pull out another blouse and skirt combination. She draped them over her right arm and with her other hand held Eric's as they walked into the fluorescent lights. It was only for a few seconds before they each headed off to their separate tasks, but by then it was a habit, reaching out for him when they walked together. Being able to curl her fingers around his was one of the things she'd chosen for herself, by dating him. This visit wouldn't take that or him away from her.
There was a line at the bathroom, but holding a hand to her mouth and dropping a few hints about a delayed period got the other ladies to let her in before them. To fulfill the illusion, Amber made a few convincing hurling sounds and flushed the toilet before switching outfits. "Thank you so much," she gushed at the women; they nodded with self-satisfied generosity.
Her errand was, of course, faster, so Amber had to wait a few minutes at the door. What was taking Eric so long? It wasn't as if there were that many people in the store, even with it being the day before Thanksgiving. Amber almost grew irritable again, but at the sight of two cups, hunger won out over grumpiness. She whisked one of the coffees and nearly gulped it down, like the first drink of water after exercising. "Didn't realize how much I needed that," Amber said with a sigh. A quick look at the container Eric held confirmed that he'd fulfilled her request, but then again, it was salad. Amber trusted him with that much.
The automatic doors had been opening and closing next to her all this time she'd been standing there, with every passing person a reminder that she'd have to leave soon. Amber tried a wry smile at Eric but it came out a grimace. "Well, I guess we can't put it off any longer. Let's go." There was one good thing about going back into the cold and walking briskly towards her car-- they were close to getting this over with.