#nottingstart

Grace sighed, looking up at the box of cereal on the high shelf. If she jumped just slightly she was sure that she could reach it. She reached her hand up, managing to tap the box. It fell... knocking down several more boxes with it and hitting the beside beside her. “I am so sorry. I hope you like cereal,” she tried to joke. “Are you okay?”

“Oh crap!” Exclaimed Travis, his cup of orange juice spilling over the stranger’s shirt. “Ah well... uh... i hear orange juice is full of vitamin c... and d... and... it’s probably going to be great... for your uh... complexion.” He waved his hands as he spoke, them slowly moving to hold behind his neck. 

“You should get that jacket, it suits you. It’s your colour.” She learnt back against the counter, looking over the customer. “Try on this scarf with it, you’d be surprised what accessorising can do.” 

“Okay, okay. Don’t judge the outfit,” he laughed. “I’ve just done a show.”

Grace sighed, the contents of her shopping bags dropping across the floor. “Sorry… I’m almost there, darling. I’m a walking disaster today,” she breathed to her daughter on the phone before hanging up her and freeing both hands. “Hey,” she pointed the person loitering nearby. “Do you mind giving a girl a hand? I can offer you a cuppa as payment.”

“Okay, okay. Could I just have a moment of your time?” the male smiled warmly, attempting to stop the person as the crossed the street. He held his clipboard up. “We’re raising money for the arts.”