"Let me see if we put everything at the list... celery, toasts, toothpaste... Nutella?", I looked at Joannie, who just shrugged before taking a shopping cart. "Don't we have enough Nutella at home?"
"There is never a 'too-much' mark when we are talking about Nutella, Kitty", she answered me.
"Whatever", I rolled my eyes. I just hate when I have to go to the supermarket. My mom is on a business trip, and now me and Joan have to go out and bring supplies home.
And I hate when my sister calls me Kitty.
"I am not a cat, remember?", I glared at her.
"Okay, Catherine Louise Hughes", she said, raising her hands. "Whatever you want."
We went through the sections, and I was just picking everything and marking the list I made before leaving home, just to make sure to not forget anything.
I was kneeled in front of the shelf, not sure of what shampoo I should take home. I always have trouble on choosing them...
...I knew something wrong was going on, because Joan was silent - and she just cannot stop talking.
"What's going on, Joannie?", I asked, without looking up.
"Oh my God... I can't believe it... It's him...", by her voice, I could say that she was hyperventilating.
"Why are you so scared? Are you looking at the Phantom of the Opera unmasked or what?", I answered jokingly.
"...k...kind of..."
"What do you mean by 'kind of'?", I rose up, to see what was making Joan freak out. At the distance, I realized what was the reason of her attack. A hot guy.
Well, he looks familiar...
"Wait! Isn't that the figure skater from Jap-"
"SHHHHHHHHH! Low your voice!!!", she cut me off. "He may hear us!"
"Well, but that's not exactly the point? Do you not dream day and night about meeting this Yuzuki guy?"
"Yuzuru, Kitty. His name is Yuzuru. Yuzuru Hanyu."
"Don't call me Kitty again, or I'll make a scere right here, in front of your big idol, okay?", I glared at her.
"Sorry... It's just that... I can't believe it! What is he doing here?"
"Well, looking at distance", and I glanced at him and at the lady by his side, "I'd say that they are grocery shopping..."
"Don't you tell me", Joan answered. "I mean, what is he doing in Canada? He was supposed to be in Japan right now!"
"Well, now you know the whole schedule of the guy! Now you're starting to freak me out..."
This girl. Seriously. She has posters of this skater all around her room. She uses a picture of him as her cell phone wallpaper and has lots of videos of him at her computer.
Damn you, Sochi Olympics. You took the sanity of my poor little sister away.
"It's off-season! He has ice shows at Makuhari and... WAIT! What are you still doing here???", she asked, as a matter-of-fact.
"Well, was I ever supposed to move from where I am now???"
"What are you waiting for? Go there and ask for an autograph for me!", she pointed at him.
"Why should I go there? You are the fangirl in here! You go!", I protested.
