Writing and magic

Well, at least someone else seemed to have heard it. It felt like nine times out of ten Maya was just paranoid. She nodded. It did sound like a dog, but she too couldn't actually see a dog anywhere nearby. Opening her mouth to speak, she was interrupted by the sound again. It definitely sounded like a dog. Maya's head turned in the direction she thought it was coming from. There was a little alley maybe twenty feet from them. "Watch my back?" she asked the other young woman, "Case this is like a very elaborate set up." It probably wasn't that either, but better safe than sorry.

Milvi was glad to know that she wasn't alone in hearing the noise. She hadn't even noticed anybody around that was out for a walk with their dog or even a dog pattering around like usual around the streets. Her attention was soon brought back to the sound once more, having a feeling she knew where it was coming from. "Of course, I've got your back." She replied as she walked closer to her. "They will be picking on the wrong people if that is their case."

Maya knew that she was paranoid. Although, she liked to think she came by it honestly. But she was almost certain that she had heard a noise. She stopped, iced coffee in hand, listening. When she didn't heard anything again, she started walking again.

In the picturesque town of Greywood, nestled among the rolling hills and lush greenery, Polly found solace in the anonymity surrounding her. Here, she reveled in being Polly, free from the expectations and responsibilities tied to her family's prominence in the community and her successful fashion empire. Greywood provided her with a haven to cast off the public image she carefully maintained and live a life unencumbered by societal labels.

Milvi had been in work for most of the week and needed to grab a couple of things from the grocery store, she planned to have a relaxing night that night since she did have a few days off and nothing was going to stop her. She grabbed herself one of the smaller trollies outside since she knew she would need it and not a basket. She was humming softly to herself when she couldn't help but overhear somebody speaking.

Zita hummed softly in response as she set the item in her cart. She turned to look at the girl again. She took a clear note of the rambling, the conversation seeming to drag on longer than the hellhound expected. As she took a quick glance of her up & down, she noted how young she looked. Not naive young, but the type of young that you would expect to babble. "Impatience gets the job done. Mostly."

Zita nodded at the woman, pulling the corners of her lips upwards for the best attempt of a smile that she could do. "It's fine," she said. She let the redhead step out of her way enough before reaching for the desired item. "No, not long at all." She was honest. "I'm just an impatient person." Too honest. Zita turned to the woman. "So don't feel bad," she reassured.

"But you didn't, so you're good. Don't worry." Gabriel assured her. It would have been almost too easy to react negatively and flip out on her, tell her that she somehow almost ruined his expensive suit, but that was no longer him. "Don't they do that, though? To fuck with their customers and to get them to buy random nonsense that they don't need? I would never go down this aisle if they didn't do that." Then again, he wouldn't go into the store in the first place but it was kind of nice to try and make someone else feel better.

"It's okay," Avery smiles, "I mean, I don't usually expect to get the shit scared out of me while shopping, I get it," he chuckles a bit, shaking his head, "maybe I should start humming while I walk? let people know I'm coming?" he jokes again, handing her the wallet, the werewolf nods, "You're very welcome, yeah that would be a a difficult thing to explain to the cashier."

his expression changes into one of surprise immediately, brows raising at the other being startled. javed hadn't meant to scare the woman, he just wanted to get her attention. maybe touching someone wasn't the best way to get their attention, but he had already tried calling her name twice to no response, so he couldn't say that he didn't try. "i apologize but--here." he holds out a small wad of cash, which he had seen fall from her purse. "you dropped this, i just wanted to return it."

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It took Milvi a moment or two to compose herself,she didn't mean to react the way that she did, but the fight or flight reflex in her decided to go with fight in a way. "No, it's totally fine, I really wasn't paying much attention to anything really."She admitted as she looked down at the keys that the woman was holding. Looking down at her bag, she began to rummage through it only to find that her own weren't in her bag. "Oh they are mine! I didn't even hear them falling out, thank you so much!"

Hal shook his head as she recovered. "No overreaction! I could've been anyone." He was almost mugged not long ago, so he knew that Greywood was not as idyllic as it appeared. That unparticular anyone could've run away with the purse and left her none the wiser, so he was relieved to have taken a serendipitous detour into this aisle.

Gabriel didn't often do his shopping; back in New York, he had people who did it for him. Granted, he still had people who did his cleaning, his daily tasks for him, but part of his so-called redemption was stepping down and going back to the basics, and that included ironing his shirts or getting his shopping done every once in a while. Still, all of it was uncommon, and Gabe visibly struggled, much to his annoyance. So, seeing someone equally as lost in their own shopping list was almost a relief - until she came this close to walking right into him. "It's either that or walking right into me, pick your poison." He stated, taking a moment to remind himself to behave. "You good?"

Avery really did not meant to scare the poor girl, he was just trying to help so as she lets out a yelp he can't help but to feel a little guilty, hoping he didn't accidently hurt her with his stupid wolf strengt, "Oh fuck, shit I'm so sorry! I didn't meant to scare you at all," He raises his hands, "Just--I --I think you drop your wallet?" he takes a step back, trying to make her feel a bit more at ease, "Is it, huh, is this yours?"

Milvi looked at him for a moment, seeing his reaction made her realise that maybe hers was a little bit too much. "Oh no, no it's okay, I really wasn't paying any attention at all. Nothing like a scare to get your blood pumping while buying groceries." She said, trying to make a joke out of the situation before looking at what he had in her hand. "Oh shoot, that is my wallet, thank you so much, I don't think I would have gotten far without this."

Chicken parmesan was on the menu tonight, requested by her youngest. And she only had half of the ingredients, so it was necessary to buy the rest, or chicken parmesan wasn't happening. And unfortunately, the teenager is nearly 15. 15 being the year of stubbornness and being a smelly brat. Ye Xian chuckled to herself at the thought as she pushed the cart, eyes scanning the aisles for what she needed, grabbing what she needed & wanted. She spotted something she needed, but a redhead was in her way. She sighed to herself but called out to the woman to get her attention. "Excuse me." Nothing. No response. And Ye Xian lacked patience. She stepped aside from her cart & walked up to the other woman, reaching up and tapping her shoulder. She blinked at the yelp of the woman. "My apologies." She didn't mean it. "I was just hoping you could...step aside so I can grab something?"

"I'm sorry," Guinevere quickly said as she handed the handkerchief back to the woman she had accidentally dropped it in front of. "I called out to you, but I didn't know your name, so I wasn't sure what to call you," she explained, feeling embarrassed.