what's my age again?

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3 am sentence starters

To be completely honest, Noah thought he was already asleep. However, looking down he noticed that she was completely correct. With a sigh he tossed the coffee pot into the sink and grabbed the roll of paper towels. Why he had agreed to stay up with her while she worked he didn’t know, but he was wishing he’d fallen asleep about three hours ago.

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“Oh, no, oh no, oh no!”

Evangeline drops unceremoniously to her knees, in the middle of the sidewalk, busily snatching up fallen ribbons and tulle. A tutu here, a pair of teensy pointe shoes there, and the wind caught up a particularly pink hair ribbon before she could grab for it– damn! 

Without even trying to fit anything in the broken paper sack that’d failed her, Evie tries to stumble back up to her feet, all off balance with arms tangled and desperately grasping onto the few saved items… naturally, that stumble would incidentally lead her to bump right into HIM, which almost causes her to drop everything all over again–

“Oh, NO! I am so sorry, I… the… I dropped them…” and her bottom, pouting lip looks like she’s about to just burst into tears…

Steady hands come out to reach for the girl, but its too late. 

A mess of fabric and other items he weren’t sure of what they were went up into the air and fell down to the ground much more elegantly than the human who was holding them had been. Still, he couldn’t help but laugh a little.

Noah reaches for her and helps her to stand upright. He bends back down to pick up the remaining items that she’d been unable to grab. “You usually see this kind of stuff happen in the movies, but I’ll be honest. This is a first to me.” He holds up a poof of fabric, a tutu if he even knew what that was, and looked at it. 

“Sorry,” came the immediate response when Noah tried to explain why his cart looked like hers on a weekend bender. “I just–  I’m not, like, really good at–  yknow, small talk,” she explained with an apologetic frown. Pushing at her hair, she gave a start when her glasses fell back down to her nose and her eyes crossed momentarily. Pulling at her glasses, she frowned deeper as the nose guards entangled in her hair and she had to reach with the other hand to get her glasses untangled from her mess of hair. “Uh, sorry–  have you… have you tried, like, slow cookers?” The glasses came loose with a soft grunt of pain and she mumbled, “Ow,” before looking back up at Noah. “Slow cookers save lives, man. Like, seriously.”

“You just pour shit in it and leave it on slow for like eight hours then you come home and–  boom. Dinner.” Ferris looked at Noah grabbed some asparagus and squash. Turning to look in her cart she studied her ingredients then looked back at Noah, “You heading to meat? I gotta pick up some steaks and shit…. we could, yknow, maybe–  shop together? Oh like if you’re busy–  you’re probably busy, I can let you go…”

Noah watched as her glasses became tangled in her hair and he couldn’t help but grin. It was hard not to reach out and help her become free, but with a final tug she was able to get them out of her hair. Plus, it probably wasn’t too normal for strangers to touch other strangers in places such as the grocery store. Looking away as she fixed her hair, he began pulling things out of his cart until it was nearly empty. “Believe it or not I think I do have a slow cooker,” he said, examining the remaining items he couldn’t part with. “My mom actually gifted it to me when I started living alone. Would you guess that I’ve never actually used it?” He looks to her again finally and smiles as his hands grip the handle of the shopping cart. “Maybe it’s time I pulled it out and gave it a shot.”

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Late Night Wanderings Sentence Starters

She wasn’t wrong. The way the city seemed during the day was one thing. It was busy and full of life during the day. Bodies and vehicles littering the streets and sidewalks as people tried to get to work on time or to an appointment they might be desperately late for. At night, though, it was a whole new city. The streets and sidewalks were just as busy, but somehow the city seemed bigger. It didn’t feel so crowded when the sky was full of stars to stare at and everything was lit up in neon lights. 

And yet he wasn’t looking at any of that. He was looking at her.

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Late Night Wanderings Sentence Starters

It was an easy thing to do. Getting lost in the dark was quite common, but usually when Noah got lost he just kept going. There was something serene in being by yourself when most of the city slept. He came across late night cafes. Bookstores that were open at all hours. Met people who were more interesting than he could ever dream to be. 

“There are over Four…hundred stars in our galaxy,” Viola replies, doing her best intellectual voice. “Maybe more– No one knows for sure.”

There was the softest hint of amusement in Ferris’ honey colored eyes as the male moved his cart from her view. She dropped the bag of potatoes in her own cart and continued looking at the vegetables absently as he spoke about no one partying on a tuesday which brought a heaved sigh of relief. “It’s only Tuesday?” she asked for clarification before dropping her head back and, rather loudly, sighing, “Thank God!” She smiled at the stranger, “I seriously thought–  thought it was Thursday for a minute and, like,  thought I was going to have, like, a panic attack, man.”  Ferris bit back a laugh when the man leaned against his cart only for his arm, she guessed, to slip from the handle causing him to fall a fraction lower before he caught himself and straightened to bring the cart back around. “Fink,” she said before closing her eyes briefly and sniffing a bitter laugh, “Uh, Fer-Ferris. Everyone just–  winds up calling me…Fink…but my name’s Ferris.” She looked at his hand and visibly hesitated before reaching out to shake his hand, hoping she didn’t feel as cold to him as she felt to herself. “Sorry um, did you need something to go with–  go with your, uh, radishes or like…do you just–  eat em like apples?” Some people did so she wouldn’t have been surprised it was just–  he didn’t seem to have a lot of real food in his cart. She was a connoisseur of all things junk food but she still made sure to–  attempt at having a somewhat balanced diet. Noah…didn’t seem to mind which made her smile. “Not to, like, judge you on your cart, dude, but–  do you not, like, eat actual food?” she snickered hoping she didn’t come across as one of those health nuts she hated so much.

Noah shakes her hand and then drops it gently before looking into his cart. Okay, yeah. There was a lot of not so healthy food in there, but he did a lot of physical work. It balanced out in one way or another. He was sure of at least that considering he wasn’t overweight or even near it. Though he did suppose he needed to learn to make at least some simple meals. Learning how to oven bake a chicken breast or boil a pot of pasta wouldn’t mean the end of the world. “You’re right,” he said, laughing. “I’m just... Once I get home from work all I wanna do is make something easy and then do nothing. One day I’ll probably grow up.” He finally looks to her again and shrugs his shoulders. There really was no excuse that he had. He was just tired and kinda lazy in some aspects of his life. Smiling at her, his eyes drifted over to her cart and he couldn’t help but notice the differences. 

      Cassandra did not know what compelled her to punch out the name ‘Toni’ with her thumbs. She had not referred to herself by that name since her was, at least, eighteen. “I’ll have to find a babysitter by tonight. We’ll see how that works.” She’s curious to know how he will react hearing that word. Babysitter. If he would possibly text her saying something came up, like a broken car.

Babysitter. Kids. Toni.

      This must be how young people date now, Cassandra thinks. Dinner was what you went on when you were interested in what someone was about, yes. But dinner dates in her mind were doubtlessly romantic and meant far more than going through a McDonalds drive-thru (which some boys are fine doing now, she hears).

      Cassandra supposes that now pairs have dinner, fuck, and then go back to one of those dating apps. Tindr or Grindr (she’s unsure which is which). But either way, this sort of causality surely worked out for men, young and old. But for women like herself? Cassandra couldn’t imagine such causality. 

      “Okay, so when are we going out for dinner?” She asks, the smallest line between her eyebrows.

     “Tonight? Tomorrow? When? I gotta know these things.”

His face broke out into a grin and his right hand came up so he could check the time. It was still early enough in the day that they could do dinner that night. If she had no other commitments, that is. Noah looked at her again and was at a loss for words for a moment. He hadn’t thought she’d actually give him a shot. 

“Tonight,” he finally blurted out. He didn’t do this often. Or hadn’t done this often ever since shit hit the fan with Alice. “If you can I mean. Whenever you’re free.” A place already came into mind where he could make reservations at any given moment. His boss’ brother owned a restaurant in the city.

“I could pick you up or we could meet,” he adds. Noah pulls his phone out of his back pocket and brings up the screen for adding a new contact.