Cynthia shot up from the sofa, headbutting Eva's face in the process and causing her to fall off the back of the sofa with a feminine "oof!" Cynthia peeped her head over the back to see if Eva was alright. She got up and pushed Cynthia back down, before tucking in her blanket and pulling a chair up next to her make shift bed. "Rest you!" She exclaimed. "I have to admit, you have a strange method of picking up men." She continued. "But becoming a smear in the road isn't very romantic so I suggest you try some other way." She picked up a plate piled high with red biscuits as she spoke. "You want one?" "No...thank you." Cynthia replied. "Hmm suit yourself. I accidentally added a zero to the end of every ingredient and now I have quite a few. They're red velvet cookies with a buttercream in between two of them. I offered them to the cute guy who brought you up here but he said he had to get to work so I just forced a tub of them to him to share at his work." She said before popping one into her mouth." "Cute guy?" Cynthia muttered, sitting up. "What cute guy?" "The one who brought you here." Eva replied. "Yes, you've said that. But who was he?" "How am I meant to know?" She giggled. Suddenly she stood up and squealed in shock. "I'm late, ooooh, profiteroles!" She said, she ran over to the counter and poured the cookies into a tuber ware and put it in her handbag before running out the door and closing it behind her. A few seconds later she opened the door again and poked her head through. "There's a pamphlet on there for a cool place I thought you might want to look at, assuming you don't have a job already. They've got an opening for a general helper in the day from half ten till half eight. Anyway see you later!" She said, closing the door for good. Cynthia sat up. "Profiteroles? What a strange way to cuss..." She said out loud before drifting off for a nap.
