eighty-one

“Do you want to get a drink or something?” Izzy said.

“Yep,” Emma said. “Okay. Can I pay for this stuff first?”

“Will you just leave it and come anyway if I say no?”

Emma actually thought about it, then shook her head. Mostly because she had just picked out the particular bunch of bananas she wanted, one that was neither under ripe nor overripe, and there hadn’t been so many other perfect bunches on display that she thought she’d be able to find another one later on.

“Then pay,” Izzy said. “Do you need anything else?”

“Not really,” Emma said, and then suddenly remembered she was out of cleaning spray. “Oh wait. Would you mind if I got one more thing?”

“No.”

“Are you sure?”

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