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LOUISA HAD NEVER REALLY been graceful. even as a kid , she always seemed to have two left feet . and now as a twenty-two year old , this was very much so evident in her daily life . she had just returned from the local cafe but her arms were burdened with a box of donuts which were buried in piles of files and coffee on top . she tried to open the door to her apartment building but after realising that it was virtually impossible ( the coffee almost spilling and the paper already stained ) , she called out to the next person who had walked past her . “ hey ! sorry to bother you but can you open this door ? ” she gestured towards the door with a nod her head. 

going shopping without a three year old running around her was such a peaceful experience. she could take as long as she wanted, lingering down the aisles and taking her sweet time. it meant she had three throw pillows in her cart though, which she absolutely didn’t need. but by the time she got to the actual groceries, she sighed, seeing someone grab the peanut butter she wanted. she she trailed behind them once they left, she sighed again when she noted it was the last one. “i’m so sorry.” she called after them, the motherly determination causing her to speak up. “would it be okay if i got that peanut butter for you? it’s the only one my son will eat.” she gives a sympathetic smile, hoping a bit of charm will convince them. “i’ve tried giving him all the other ones.”

from one children’s party drop off to the other, julie had been taking a stop to get himself some lunch. it was a busy saturday, mostly consisting of flirty moms and overzealous children who were getting their favorite superhero on their cake. but it’s what he loved, so he didn’t mind. but now he was just walking down the street, sandwich in hand. he’d always had a large stomach, and tolerance to eat a lot, so even with a sandwich in hand, seeing a sign of an empanada, he hummed. he began stepping over the curb, rushing across to the other side only to run directly into a person walking down the sidewalk. the sandwich in hand, falling to the ground. “oh man.” he sighs, running his fingers through his hair. “well i hope you’re doing better than my sandwich.” he gives a crooked smile.