Long Lost Argent

Nova was probably just as indecisive as the girl was. She had no idea about the rest of her family, nor this girl's name, so she gazed up at the menu too. "Well I'm not really sure... I've got quite the sweet tooth so I usually get a white hot chocolate. But the caramel espresso seems quite popular!"

Nova gave him a small shrug and shook her head. "I'm not really sure. Maybe it's just ignorance at it's worst?" 

“Huh, so you’re not from around here. It shows.” The boy replied, glancing at his watch. He didn’t usually spend his time talking to strangers in the middle of the canned/jarred foods aisle. Cocking a brow, he sniffed, glancing down at his toms, his jeans, even the shoulder of his leather jacket before smirking a bit. “Nope, perfect as usual. Although you,” he nodded towards her. “I think you’re bleeding, but it could just be jam.”

Nova wasn't sure if that was supposed to be an insult or a statement. The boy definitely seemed very confident in himself. She didn't like to say cocky just yet, but that was the path that he was taking. She glanced down and brushed the side of her leg, a small piece of glass latching itself onto her finger. "Oh nuts... I am bleeding."

novakentwell wants to be your Batman

"Yeah actually I am! My name's Nova!"

Isaac had just been by for the usual, two bags of milk in each hand. He’d only meant to brush passed the girl, but unknowingly to him, she’d been the jumpy type, flailing arms caused a domino effect that ended in one jar of unbought jam on the aisle floor. “This is a grocery store, if you have some sort of people phobia you should try to avoid places that have well, people.”

"I'm sorry... I'm from a small town and our grocery stores are never so crowded. Plus I've had a really long day..." She explained, pouting a bit and surveying the boy. "You didn't get any glass on you did you?"

Kate chuckled at the girl’s reaction. Jesus, if she was always this shy, polite, and adorable she would never survive in this house. She walked her up to one of the spare bedrooms. “This is now yours.”

Her eyes must've boggled at the sight of the bedroom. It wasn't anything too grand, but it was absolutely beautiful. "It.. is?" She whispered, padding inside and turning in a circle. 

"Well I guess that means that we're both new!" She furrowed her brow slightly at his joke, because she didn't understand. "Do people actually walk up to you and ask you to do that? That's a little silly."

“I’m sorry? My mum used to call everyone love. I guess I got it from her. Or people in the U.S. don’t appreciate nice British people.”

"I'm not from the US though. I just moved here yesterday. I was born in Canada! But even there we don't have a lot of British people so you'll have to pardon me for my curiosity."