WENDY MIU

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Anyone who knew him knew that he was a creature of habit. There were certain things he enjoyed and if he enjoyed them, he got into a routine with them. Once he was in a routine, there was really no breaking him from that routine unless someone wanted to face some serious consequences. One of his things he enjoyed just happened to be indulging in his favorite sandwich from his favorite eatery. It probably cost more than it was worth, sure, and really at some point attempting to upscale a sandwich was ridiculous. Still, he found it delicious and he continued with his orders out.

Finally settling onto a park bench under some shade, content with the location he chose, Gio pulled out the square container that held his sandwich. This was it. Finally, he could just relax and eat his meal without the worry or care of seeing Joseph roaming around, or worse, watching Luke happily tug him along around the house and out the door to do whatever in the hell they did. His joy was quickly cut short though, as Gio looked at the meal in his box. It was the sandwich he ordered, sure, but there was something else that caught his attention.

There, sticking out ever so slightly, was a hint of red. He already knew what that belonged to, yet he had hoped against it as he opened the top of his sandwich, confirming to his horror that they had indeed put tomatoes on his sandwich. Worse of all, the ticket said on it rather clearly that the order was to be without. With a loud groan, Gio set the box to the side onto the bench and leaned forward, burying his face into his hands as he started to grumble to himself. The one joy he had been thinking about – his yummy sandwich – and now even that was ruined. Add that on top of the fact that he had hit a bit of a coding issue in his latest project and quite frankly, Gio was not having the best week.

“I hate this. I hate this sandwich, I hate this town, all of it.”

Wendy felt frozen at his brilliant and blinding smile. It was unfair how he could flash a smile like that and she felt weak at the knees. He was so thoughtful. “I was going to be super early so it is okay,” she lied. She would be late and honestly how late depended on how long she could manage to be around him without needing to run. She’d trip up, get nervous, and be the color of a tomato if she spent that long of time with him. “The store is doing really well actually,” she confessed with a blush coloring her cheeks. “Pinterest has a lot of good information on setting up, running, and marketing an Etsy store. Plus I’ve reached out to other successful store owners about tips and the like,” she rambled off as she brushed her hair back behind her ear. Wendy was one to get excited and find herself on a roll but it was different around him. It was a nervous ramble when she did manage to finally say more than three words to him. “Oh,” she said suddenly as she turned away. “You probably mean Isabel’s store- uh that is going really well too.” He totally likely meant the store she worked at and the one she had been flaking on but of course her mind went to her own work which she was proud and excited about. 

“I can work with that. A little tulle never hurt anyone and you can quote me on that,” Wendy grinned. Wendy was totally the big tulle ballgown kind of girl who wanted the biggest and most dramatic dress and obviously one of her own making. “Oh uh,” she muttered as Winifred questioned her about the shop. Wendy truly didn’t think the other woman would have noticed it or even mentioned it but she had. “I have my own Etsy shop that I do like part-time when I”m not working here.” That sounded good? Like that she put the job that she was currently working first even if that wasn’t true. “I think I have the perfect one in mind but if not then I’ve got a black dress that would look great on you.”