Scarlett pursed her lips, sending a sidelong glance at Devon for a moment before turning her eyes back on the display case in front of her. She didn't need equipment or a new broom; her endorsements took care of all that the moment it looked like her broom's end was splintering. She was instead staring at the collection of the vintage league championship pins that the store had in a glass case. Seeing all the teams' logos and the various years caused her to think back to those seasons, those matches, and Scarlett found herself feeling the need to get back on the pitch and make sure the Catapults didn't suck for the rest of the season.
She stood straight, fixing her bag's strap over her shoulder. She loved Devon, the woman was one of very few that Scarlett could say that about, but when it came to all things feminine and girly, they were always at odds. Scarlett had sucked up the pain that would be induced from the shopping spree because she had missed her friend; with the busy season and now little Ella taking up so much time, Scarlett felt like she hadn't talked to Devon in months.
"You think so highly of me," she said with a teasing smile on her lips. "I haven't the faintest idea where there's a grocer nearby. The Chinese takeout bloke though, he's got my order down pact."
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