CHERRY WAS QUICKLY attentive to the conversation, unabashed in her gaze as she took in his appearance. besides, the guy did reply to her. just simply getting a feel for the stranger. she seems entirely unaffected as he’s suddenly in her area as she points between two flavors. “struggling between mint chocolate chip and cookies and cream. a true dilemma if you ask me. how could i choose, strawberry is one of my last choices so that means more for you.” she jokes with a lighthearted grin.

CHERRY’S EYES NARROW momentarily at his words, mulling over them in her mind. is he saying he won’t be the best company? probably better company than her empty apartment. she brushes off the notion, smiling victoriously that she chose the right drink. “what can i say, i’m pretty fuckin’ amazing.” she jokes, turning to look at him momentarily. “tatum.” she tests the name out before smiling once again. “i’m cherry, nice to meet you too.” there was a moment of greetings between her and the cashier she knew by first name as she pays for the various items. “you live near here?” 

CHERRY STAYS planted in her spot, feet unmoving as the taller male takes a step towards her, teeth now sinking into her lower lip to hold back a smile as she continues to scan his face. “hm, i’m sure i’ll be deciding factor of whether it’s a regrettable experience... you’re not making a good case for yourself despite that.” she teases, free hand moving to wrap around the neck of the bottle she had decided on before he walked over and grabbing it firmly. “i mean, i’m buying and i’m not exactly against the company...” she trails on, lifting the bottle up beside her head to sway it side to side. “c’mon tough guy, i’ll buy this and then give you a straight answer.”

“EVERYONE STARTS out boring. you’re doing alright so far.” there’s a playful grin practically tattooed to her lips as she comes to a stop in front of the liquors, eyes scanning over the options as he speaks to her. at his question though, her attention is pulled away from the assortment of glass bottles as she looks up at him, cocking a brow. “bold of you to assume i was going to drink with you. or was that an offer?” she hums amusedly, tilting her head slightly to mirror him.

“IT’S PRETTY hard to not impress me so... i’d be worried about how boring your life is.” there was a teasing nature to the female as she peeks at what ice cream he gets, nodding in approval at the flavor. “hm, you’ve won me over. tiny victories are the best kind.” she winks playfully before slyly pulling his pint of ice cream from his hand and stacking it on top of her mint chocolate chip. turning on her heel, cherry begins walking towards the front. “should i get you a bottle of wine too? or are you more of a whiskey guy.” she calls over her shoulder.

“wait, so you’re not fucking with me? i thought that was your way of just telling me i’m being too loud.” cherry questions, slightly surprised. “not a big fan of coke but - let me try this again. ahem. yes, how can i maximize my aura.”

cherry: team edward btw

OVERTIME, CHERRY SEEMED to lack the true idea of personal space or... stranger danger for that matter. maybe it was her lack of fucks to give or maybe she had smoked too much that she only had one braincell left functioning... either way she was humming in agreement as if she was talking to someone she’d met before this one moment. “celebrating huh? what’cha celebrating? good enough reason and i might get the ice cream for ya.”

cherry: this is like my fifth time watching twilight this year so i need to find something better to do anyway

cherry: well while i let my brain go rampant with ideas of what u couldve done... what do u need me to pick up for u

cherry: so yes. no longer a meal planner. just a favor driver.

cherry: how many followers do u have so i can make an absurd contract that asks u for toomuch money.

cherry: and it's the last movie so this better be the best shit since betty white

THERE IS NOT ONE MOMENT where cherry is completely still, physically or mentally need to be stimulated all the fuckin’ time. from streaming for far too long just to be able to talk to scrolling sentences through a chat or roaming different places of business just to make conversation with workers who were quite literally paid to be kosher with her. so maybe that’s why she is up at 2am, humming her way through different aisles of the 24 hour convenience store down the street from her to cure her craving for ice cream. in classic cherry fashion, she took her sweet fucking time looking over all the flavors before catching sight of an unfortunate bystander in the in the freezer area with her. “late night munchies too?” she attempts at greeting, lightly shrugging towards the colorful assortment of sweets with a smile. “or not munchies - scratch that. let’s call it late night cravings.”