#gd001

he was picking erica up from therapy. or...he was supposed to be doing that. instead, lucas had smoked a joint in his car during her session, eaten an entire bag of doritos, and downed a can of new coke in record time. now he had to pee, so he did the only logical thing: he went inside. after doing his business, he’d gotten a little bit turned around. it was a big building, okay? he found himself in the waiting room of one gabe diaz, and he’d been about to duck back outside (erica would kill him if she found out he was in here), really...but there was a bowl of those caramel hard candies that always reminded lucas of his grandpa on the counter. 

he looked right, then left, and then walked up to the counter, peering over it and finding no secretary or anything. so he unwrapped one of the candies, popped it into his mouth, and promptly shoved another handful of them into his pocket. he was just about to make his great escape when he turned and almost ran right into who could only be doctor gabe himself. “oh, sorry.” he bit his lip to keep from laughing. “i was just...” lucas shrugged, like that was an answer at all. “i’ll just get out of your hair.”

his hotel room only had the basics: a microwave that didn’t work very well and a mini-fridge he’d stocked with new coke. he’d been living off of diner takeout and vending machine food since he’d arrived, though, so a trip to the farmer’s market was in order. bob might not be able to cook in his current setup, but he’d definitely be able to put some fresh fruit to use!

he’d already chosen a few apples for his basket, but he’d wandered over to a selection of pineapples. he’d always liked pineapple, but bob had never really had it fresh, just out of a can. where had these even come from? pineapple definitely wasn’t native to indiana and bob had no idea how to tell if one was right or not. he plucked one from the pile and held it up, turning to the person next to him and gesturing to it. “excuse me. do you know anything about pineapples?” he chuckled softly and pulled the fruit back in towards himself. “how do you know when one’s good to eat?”