Kyle hated his life at the moment. All he wanted to do after he left workwas have a drink, go home, sleep, and forget that this god awful day ever happened. He is thankful that tomorrow is Sunday and that the firm is closedso he doesn't have to thinkabout going into the office until Mondaymorning. What he is not thankful for is the fact that he got home, intent on making himself dinner, onlyto find that his apartment was completely devoid of food that he could make for dinner.
He'd grumbled to himself as he'dchanged out of his suit, because contrary to popular belief he actuallydid enjoywearing jeans and t-shirts and then walked tothe nearbygrocerystore. He could have drivenbut it was actually a nice night in the city andwalking was faster than trying to deal with New YorkCity traffic. So he'd walked and was now standing in the frozen foods section, contemplating exactlywhat he wanted to buy for the night. It was pathetic and theoretically could cookbut Kyle was too damn tired to do anything but stick something in the microwave.
"So....you come here often?"
Kyle found that there was another, very familiar figure reflected on the glass surface of the cabinet. Apparentlythis daywas meant to be relived in the form of the blonde woman standing beside him. Kyle decided that because he was not at work and he hadalready fucked up with her once he mine as well say what was on his mind.
"Still beinga creeper I see," he voiced. She wrinkled her nose.
"I amnot a creeper."
"So you regularly stalk your attorney's at their grocery store?"
"Excuse me, this is my grocerystore and really," she huffed. "You are not worth stalking and you're blocking the way towards the waffles."
"I'msorry?" he asked.
"I want waffles," she pointed to the cabinet they were in front of and well yes they were. SoKyle had thought about having breakfast for dinner? It was a perfectly reasonable thing todo. "I was coming to get themand saw you, excuse me for trying to be a civilized human being and say hello."
She huffed once more and moved forward to open the door, but he beat her to it, grabbed the handle and pulled it open for her. She eyed him suspiciously, and for a second Kyle swore he saw Donna in that gaze, god that woman got to everyone, even clients. She had tohave superpowers.
"I'mnot going to wait all day," Kyle gestured to the open door. Susanna's eyebrow rose. He met her even gaze before he rolled his eyes and leaned intothe shelf where the waffles were. "What kind didyou want?"
"Cinnamon," she responded. Kyle grabbed the packof cinnamon waffles for her, anda packof homestyle ones for himself before he pulled back, let the door shut and handed her the box. She took it. "Thankyou."
"Well you were taking forever," he shrugged.
"You're single aren't you?"
"Bychoice," he retorted. Susanna rolled her eyes.
"Lawyers, I swear all of you are nothing but giant dickheads," she muttered before she turned away from him andbegan towalk down the aisle with her waffles and the basket in her hands. Kyle was about to let her go, was perfectly content to let her leave because she was just a reminder of his horrible daybut then his grandmother's voice drifted into his head. She scolded himfor treating a woman, a pregnant woman at that like he had, he sighed. If he didn't do something to make it right he could expect a damn phone call in the morning because his grandmother had psychic powers like Donna did. Damn it.
"Wait, wait," he hurried to catch up to her and skiddedto a halt in front of her. "Please don't....I'msorry," he told her, Susanna's eyebrow rose again as she crossedher arms in front of her chest. "It's been a long day, a very bad day, and I...should not take it out on unsuspecting passerbywho only wanted waffles."
