Verona Fine Foods

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[Tameryn]

Tameryn walked through Moreau place looking curiously at all of the vendors who set up shop around this beachfront marketplace. The workers all seemed to have the same expressions on their faces as she passed, miserably hot and worn. The day was windy but that made no matter around this time in Port Mercer. The town was unbearably hot from early May until November and usually the wind was uncomfortably dry and it tended to pick up the mixture of loose dirt and sand from the ground and sting your skin and eyes.

Glancing at the woman behind this particular stand though was oddly different. She resembled one of those people who most others envied in the summer's heat because regardless of the temperature they always looked pleasantly comfortable. Tameryn found herself staring rudely at this woman until she got an equally rude look returned. Blinking away she walked toward a basket filled with Pita Bread and began rummaging through, trying to decide what she could make with this supplies.

[Nolan]

Unbearable heat was his thing. Being a firefighter and all, he had grown accustomed to being in a hot suit. And on top of that being in a constant, blazing heat wave. Without his gear, he felt like it was winter practically. The rest of the people however seemed a little less tolerant. He kept a smile on for the first few vendors, but after not having it returned he quickly bought a couple things, paid, and hurried along. In between vendors however his grin returned, goofy and toothy. He felt like little red riding hood, his bright red shirt and shopping bag thing. He paused for a few moments, looking at groceries, and at the vendor whose smile was frighteningly white, blinding almost. My my, what big teeth you have his mind entertained. He stopped behind a young woman looking through the pitas. He saw his goal, whole wheat multigrain loafs, and moved up "'Scuse me ma'am," he said, his southern accent evident and as pleasing as ever. He stole a glance down, noticing her face. And naturally her chest. What nice boobs you have his mind pressed but he shook it from his mind. His mother taught him not to be degrading, or shovanistic, and so he tried not to be.

[Tameryn]

"Mhmm." She replied, stepping aside without placing the random Pita's she had in her hand back in the basket and moving toward the Wines, she thought that cooking with wine was probably tasty but figured she would much prefer just to drink the bottle rather than try and mix it in with some other kind of dish she would probably never eat. Her loud, red hair flew over her face as a gust of wind came up behind her, pushing her light, lavender colored cotton dress against her and stinging her calves. She winced slightly at the ever so familiar pain she had gotten throughout the day and cursed under her breath wishing she had worn jeans out instead.

She leaned casually against a table with the wine bottle and pita bread in her hands, unsure if she needed either of them and considering if she should spend her money here and go home or wander on a bit more. As she stood there she felt terribly uncomfortable and stuffy now that the area was occupied by another beside her and the vendor. She folded her arms under her chest and pursed her lips together, not wanting to rush the man but trying to find a way to place the unwanted pita back in the bowl. "Uhm." She began, scrunching her face as she glanced at the ground feeling like an idiot. "I just need to..." She inched closer and slid by him and dropped the pita in the bowl and then backed out again, blinking uncomfortably, shaking her head trying to justify her ridiculousness to herself as she gave a few bills to the vendor to pay for the wine.

[Nolan]

He was busy buying what he wanted to notice her trying to get passed him. The vendor was trying to deal with two customers at once and was failing. He backed up, trying to get behind the girl so that he could pay after her, but instead knocked the wine bottle out of her hand clumsily. He heard a shatter and squeezed his eyes shut. "O dear!" he said panicked. placing the bread on the counter and setting his grocery bag on the ground. He looked at the mess he caused. "Ma'am I am so sorry." he knelt down quickly and started picking up the bigger pieces of glass and assembling them in a pile. He looked over his shoulder at the wide eyed vendor. He was seldom embarrassed but this proved to be one of those moments. He shut his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. "I'll buy you another one." he said wondering if it was even necessary. He picked a more expensive bottle up, one more aged and gave the vendor money for the bread and wine. "I'm so sorry." he bowed his head at the shellshocked young lady.

[Tameryn]

Tameryn found herself shocked at the loud smash of the bottle and jumped back, trying to avoid getting glass and wine shattered all over her flip flops and feet. "No, no. It's quite alright." She tried to assure him, glancing cautiously as he fumbled around buying her a new bottle, she tried to find the time or the words to let him know that the bottle he had picked up was much more expensive than what she had been planning to purchase herself. She knelt down and tried to pick up the small shards of glass around her that he had missed in all his hustle to correct what he had done.

Tameryn nodded graciously as he had purchased another bottle and she accepted it, this time holding it with care near her stomach. "You are much too kind." She appreciated with flushed cheeks. She felt a surge of flirtation come over her as she noticed his lovely blue eyes and had quickly grown a great admiration for the southern man who stood before her. She used one hand to brush hair behind her ear as she spoke cautiously. "Listen, I know this may sound forward of me but seeing as how you've been so kind and generous, would you like to have lunch with me, maybe put this wine to some good use?"

[Nolan]

"It's the least I could do," he said in reply to his 'being too kind' But when she mentioned lunch, he found himself smiling again, the blood from his cheeks now circulating through his body again. "Well, I do believe if ya hadn't asked me I'd have had to ask you myself." he nodded still grinning. He looked around and picked up his grocery bag, and bread. "Wherever we go" he began, getting a better grip on the bag. He was very lucky today. Not only did he have the day off, but it was a fine day, and now he was given the pleasure of such a fine lady's company. It was good to know he was in good standings with whoever was above. "It is my treat." Even though she assured him it was alright, he was not going to accept her forgiveness until it was earned twice over.

[Tameryn]

"Now that is something we may have to debate over." She said arching a brow as he insisted on his paying. "Actually, would you be interested in maybe picking up a couple sandwiches or perhaps some pasta at a place not far from here and going to the Palace Auditorium. I know that sounds ridiculous but I heard on the news this morning that it's supposed to be the coolest place in town right now and I mean, with all of their extra practice stages I am sure one of them has to be vacant." She shrugged and then thought her plan sounded really idiotic and slightly suggestive with the talk of vacant rooms and pastas.

[Nolan]

"Pasta sounds great!" he said enthusiastically. "I don't really know where this place is though, so you'll have to lead the way." And frankly anywhere would have been fine. Not only was he starving, he was in need of a feminine presence. After all, the firefighters, while they were great guys, were not the type of people he would usually associate with. "Can we make a quick stop at the fire hall?" he asked. "I need to drop this stuff off for the guys." he said making a funny face hoping this was alright with her. "I'm Nolan by the way." he said laughing that he was now going to lunch with a stranger. An attractive one, but a stranger nonetheless.