ποΈβ¨ closed rp started with @mara-culous-lady-of-the-bog
Since she was so often in and out of Metropolis, the fashion model had made sure to subscribe to several newsletter and printed papers, picking up the most recent prints from her favourite kiosk near her apartment. So as usual, after a shower, a well-deserved nap and a full unpacking of her luggage, Sunny had gotten dressed in a pair of flared jeans and a turtleneck sweater, her trustee cross body bag draped over her chest; to go pick up the most recent issues.
Outside of her apartment, the hustle and bustle of the city felt familiar, almost comforting. Even the sound of the repair works from whomever or whatever had attacked the city last, had grown to be part of the routine she missed when she was away for work. Smiling faintly, the woman took in her surroundings, lazily making her way to the newspaper kiosk. She was in no rush after all, and cherished those slower moments, indulging in the sensation of the sun on her skin and happy to take the scenic route, strolling for the sheer pleasure of it.
"Hello darling, how have you been?"
"Hi Etta!" Sunny happily replied. "Been good, busy but good."
"I saw." The elderly woman said, holiding up a fashion newspaper where the supermodel could be seen posing at the end of a podium, making Sunny chuckle as her ears heated up. "Oh you look wonderful darling, don't go all embarassed on me now!"
Sunny laughed. "Thank you Etta. So? Did I miss anything big?"
"Oh, you know, the usual, a kaiju here, a madman blowing up places there, a new Super in the sky, nothing terribly new under our good old Metropolis sun." The elderly black woman declared, handing out Sunny her stack of newspapers, magazines and scientific reviews.
"So nothing Metropolis couldn't handle then." Sunny declared in response, taking ahold of the offered stack. "And you? Been doing good since the hip replacement?"
"Better than good dovey, I've joined a nordic walking club and Bo took me dancin' recently."
"Souds like you're making full use of it then."
"More than." The woman replied, making Sunny chuckle. The model fished her phone out of her bag when she felt it vibrate against her chest, reading the notification from Mara, her smile widening as her gaze grew fond.
'My place at 6. Just bring yourself.' β π±π
She quickly texted back before looking back at Etta. "A special someone?" The older woman asked before Sunny could even open her mouth.
The model chuckled. "Maybe? Hopefully?" She grinned. "I'm gonna go now but it was lovely to see you, and I'll be around for a bit so we'll definitely have more time!" Sunny promised, waving the woman off as she headed back to her flat. She definitely could do small potatoes. So many potatoes.
Sunny dropped her stack on top of the shoe rack at the entrance, trading outside shoes for slippers before moving to her kitchen. She opened the window and put her apron one before setting off to wash a couple of sweet potatoes and some regular potatoes as well. After giving them a good scrub, she chopped them in the shape of fries, roughly but evenly, and seasoned them with a mix of spices before putting them in her oven. Mara had wanted potatoes, no?
Pleased with herself, the model checked the time to be surprised by how much time had flown by. She set to clean up her kitchen before her guest would be over, starting with dishes and countertops, barely finishing by the time her doorbell rang.
