[ Natasha's been waiting for this bake sale since Steve came home from work one night and told her about it — she's pretty flush with disposable cash, at the moment, her stock of Oreos and Chips Ahoy are getting low, and she's been jonesing for something new that she doesn't have to ask her boyfriend to make for her. She's already got a plastic bag full of cookies and small tarts, and she's eyeballing those blondies as she hovers a few feet away from the table, debating.
It's a different blonde at a different that ends up getting her full attention. Natasha spots Sharon out of the corner of her eye and goes completely still for a moment, mouth pressing into a thin line. It's not that she doesn't like Sharon. It's just that she'd never wish anyone she knows from home the burden of waking up here with no idea what's going on.
But it's better to have allies in an unknown place, so Natasha forgoes Linda's blondies in favor of approaching Sharon at the table she's at, plunking down a couple of dollars and reaching for Mrs Nesmith's peanut butter bars. ] Fancy meeting you here.
3
It's a different blonde at a different that ends up getting her full attention. Natasha spots Sharon out of the corner of her eye and goes completely still for a moment, mouth pressing into a thin line. It's not that she doesn't like Sharon. It's just that she'd never wish anyone she knows from home the burden of waking up here with no idea what's going on.
But it's better to have allies in an unknown place, so Natasha forgoes Linda's blondies in favor of approaching Sharon at the table she's at, plunking down a couple of dollars and reaching for Mrs Nesmith's peanut butter bars. ] Fancy meeting you here.