"What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell sweet."
- William Shakespeare
"I have heard your paintings too, well enough; God has given you one face, and you make yourselves another."
-William Shakespeare
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The amazing smells of candy filled the air as the brunette entered the candy shop. She had a few hours to spare before needing to head to the event. WrestleMania: where dreams become reality, or get crushed under the pressure of performing. That was the reality of WrestleMania, you make it, or you break it. She had no match she had to attend, she was there for support of her best friend: Kevin Owens. An incredible Canadian wrestler. They had met in Ring of Honor only nine years ago, bonding over their love of professional wrestling.
She walks slowly by the containers, glancing around her every so often for strangers that would often try to get her number, or flirt with her. She has no interest. She could care less for romance and an active sex or social life. She came to her favourite, sugar coated candy, that tasted all sour and made your face scrunch up in disgust. She begged to differ when some calling them the "worst candy of all time." She checked her wallet, glancing around once more before counting the money in her purse. Fifty-seven dollars, forty-six cents. She could get close to three hundred pieces of candy with that much, plus a cake she was going to get for Kevin after his match.
"You're buying more candy, didn't you just come in here yesterday, dear?" An elderly woman asks, appearing at her side from the back room where they keep the storage.
"Oh, um, yeah," the brunette says, "my friend nearly takes all of them if I don't hide them, which is why I often come. If it weren't for him, I'd have more." She explains, causing the elderly woman to tilt her head.
"Oh, of course, I understand." The elderly woman says, walking away.
Well. That was weird. The brunette thinks to herself, shaking her head as she begins scooping out the candies. Why are people so curious as to why I buy so much candy? I can buy it if I want to, I don't care if it's not healthy for me. This is the only place in America I can get this exact type, so of course I'm going to buy a load of them. She finishes scooping the candy. Three bags of candy should hold her over for time being, or so she was hoping.
She brought herself to a section that had cakes set neatly behind fridge doors, she eyed the cakes, wanting to choose the perfect one to congratulate Kevin on his first WrestleMania match. She wanted it to be special for him, to be perfect. Since his wife and children would be stuck in the audience for the rest of the night, she promised to take loads of pictures and make Kevin as happy and loved as possible. She didn't care whether Kevin wins or loses. She was proud of him no matter what. She decides on a simple cake, a rectangular one, pure white icing with a chocolate batter. There was a slightly darkened trimming over the pure white icing, which made the white seem even brighter.
She carries the cake and the three bags of candy to the counter, immediately pulling the wallet from her pocket and waited for the elderly woman to come back around to the cash register. She became impatient, wanting to ring a bell of some sort to gain the attention. Finding nothing, she frowns, she plays with the zipper on her wallet, pulling it back and fourth, hoping to gain some attention so she could get out of there and to the stadium. The elderly woman finally shows, apologizing softly before examining the items, scanning the cake and places the cake in another box. Why must she put it in other?
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Sugar Love {Sami Zayn}
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