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[WillowLuman]

You pick up some extra eggs, flour, herbs, and a few other things, since you'd like to experiment with quiches. As you're heading for checkout, you notice a box of microwave shepherd's pie in the freezer section which intrigues your curiosity, but perhaps next week. Awesome, an open lane with no line.

"$50," says the clerk. There's something satisfying about all your purchases coming to such an exact amount. As he languidly places your groceries into paper bags, you notice the clerk isn't wearing a nametag. Hmm, hope that guy doesn't get in trouble for that. You thank him when he's done and scoop up your bags, passing on the way out the ATM you opted not to use along with one of those machines that vends little toys in capsules.

The day's looking a bit darker out as you get into your car. Starting to look less like overcast and more like cloudy. Well, the half hour's almost up.

[Rockeater]

Put the groceries home

[Egan_BW]

Well, that's not suspicious at all!

...Did we get a receipt? What's the total?

[Dustan Hache]

edit: I'm blind.

[Egan_BW]

That's kinda old.

[WillowLuman]

Well, that's not suspicious at all!

...Did we get a receipt? What's the total?

You check your receipt again. Exactly $50. Damn, that's so satisfying for some reason.

Anyways... better get this food home. Fortunately you don't live far from the store, and the overland streets aren't too crowded. Might even be good to try walking here more often. Theoretically. Soon enough you pull in at your parking space and carry the goods back to your apartment, fumbling a bit with the keys as you've got a bag under each arm.

Huh... it occurs to you that, with a job like this, you could come home and take a break whenever you wanted. Well... if there was much really to do in here. You've got a TV, a few DVDs below it, a small collection of books in the bedroom... that's about it, really. No computer. You've just been using your phone for all your net needs. Guess you could always come in and take a nap or eat something though. You bring the food over to the kitchen nook in the back and start loading it into the nearly empty fridge. You're good about not letting anything go to waste, at least.

With everything where it should be, and the paper bags stored away for later use, you take a look at the time. 7:46. Alright, there's probably still some of the morning hustle and bustle to take advantage of.

[Rockeater]

What rides we got.

[King Zultan]

No computer.

We must be some kind of savage.

What rides we got.

+1

[WillowLuman]

Well, that's that. You make sure to lock your apartment and run back out to the car. Let's see... there's more drivers out right now, so there's only a couple you could get to:

* Leshawn Keller, going from the strip mall to a large electronics store.

* Nate Meyes, going from the strip mall to an apartment building.

[Egan_BW]

Ahh, Leshawn!

[Rockeater]

Ahh, Leshawn!

+1

[King Zultan]

Ahh, Leshawn!

+1

+1

[WillowLuman]

Arriving at the strip mall, you see a tall, scrawny young man with a big backpack and braided hair standing outside the old Radio Shack, staring intently at his phone. As you roll on up, he looks at up at your car, evidently noticing your sticker. "You my ride?" he asks, approaching.

"Leshawn?" You've decided to just keep the passenger window open to facilitate such things.

"Yeah"

"Then yep," you answer. Leshawn plonks his ginormous backpack down onto the passenger seat and hops in the back, returning to his phonegazing. You swing around towards the street, passing another young-ish man with a buzz-cut waiting outside a law office. He stares at your windshield sticker as you go by. Hmm, if only it was a carpool.

[King Zultan]

I don't think this guys gonna want to talk so lets just take him to where he wants to go.

[WillowLuman]

The drive feels a bit longer as you don't try to start a conversation with Leshawn, who seems wrapped up in his own business. You pull up on the highway and breeze on over to the outlet store he's heading to, which is conveniently near the off ramp. "We're here," you say as you pull into the parking lot.

Leshawn looks up from his phone. "Cool. Hey, uh, could you wait out here for a bit? I might have another stop."