Redamancy ☆ DC Stargirl • Yolanda Montez (III)

Eight

Freya's POV:

"Attention, shoppers. Good evening. Please make your way to the cashiers. The store will be closing in five minutes. Oink, oink." The women happily spoke in the grocery store's intercom before it clicked.

"Oink oink? I thought this place was cow themed?" Lawrence questioned as he walked behind Paula and I.

"It's a farm theme, but that doesn't matter now. Did you get the brown sugar and granulated sugar?" I ask, carefully placing the eggs into Paula's basket.

"Yup. Two bags each just in case the batch goes wrong, right?" He asked, placing the bags of sugar inside.

"Right, hon." Paula grinned. "We just need canola oil, flour, and cocoa powder then we'll be done with our list."

We turn to the next aisle but in the corner of my eye, I could see Lawrence sneakily slide in a steak sauce bottle in his jacket.

"Lawrence." I sternly state, averting my eyes back on the list.

"What?"

"Put it back." Paula instructed and I look over to her in surprise, seeing as she carefully examined the prices for the bags of flour.

"Sorry. Habit." He sheepishly smiled, placing the bottle back on the shelf before slinging his arms around us with a sigh. "I can always count on my family to set me straight, huh?"

I nervously laugh, peeling his hand off of me. "Baby steps, Lawrence. We're not there."

Lawrence quickly nodded. "Right, right."

"Plus, the sodium content of that steak sauce alone will put you back in prison." Paula chuckled, stopping the cart to walk over to the peanut butter to check the price.

"Hey, everyone gets a cheat day, babe." He chuckled.

"Well the store is closing soon so I'll get the cocoa powder and canola oil." I say, handing the bag of flour to Lawrence. "Meet you guys in the front?"

"Sure thing, Freya." Lawrence threw a thumbs-up while Paula nodded with a smile.

I walk to the next two aisles, noticing that were still a few people shopping in the store.

Since Lawrence and Paula wanted to get a few sets in at the gym, we ended up leaving to the store late at night. In a way, it sort of disrupted my plans since the team wanted to discuss further what the plan was at the Pit Stop before we interrogated them right away.

But from what Rick texted in the group chat, he would be running late since his front tire got a flat so I assumed I have time to spare.

My eyes scan through the bags of spices until they land on the cocoa powder on the very top shelf.

Standing on my tippy-toes, I try to reach for the bag but my fingers barely graze the packaging.

"Stupid bag." I grumble before I aggressively shake the shelf. The bag topples over at ease but at the same time, several boxes of cake mix collapse to the floor as well which causes me to sigh.

Great.

"Need some help with that?"

I look to the side and feel my face heat up in embarrassment. From a couple of feet away from me stood a woman who seemed to be in her 30s, carrying a small basket filled with bread, small packets of butter, and eggs in her arms.

"You saw that?" I nervously laugh, crouching down on the floor, and start to pick up the boxes. "That's embarrassing."

"Not at all." She chuckled, placing her basket on the ground and beginning to pick up the boxes as well. "Usually people will just pretend it didn't happen and walk away. Even bump into strangers hard enough to almost drop their coffees."