"Where the hell do they keep their actual vanilla beans?" She glared through the lenses of her sunglasses at the vanilla extract bottles, all lined up neatly and full of their synthetic vanilla-y goodness. She'd gone over to the fresh herb section and hadn't been able to track them down there, either. Seems like she'd be going somewhere else after this. Walking further along the aisle, she found the marshmallows, grabbing a bag of minis and sliding them into her basket.
Coming to the end of the aisle, she turned and almost bumped into a large obstruction; one standing right in front of one of the display cases. "Oh, jeez, sorry. My bad."
Looking up, she instantly smiled as she recognized the form she'd inadvertently crossed paths with. "Junior? As in UWF wrestling, Junior? No, freaking way!"
Coming to the end of the aisle, she turned and almost bumped into a large obstruction; one standing right in front of one of the display cases. "Oh, jeez, sorry. My bad."
Looking up, she instantly smiled as she recognized the form she'd inadvertently crossed paths with. "Junior? As in UWF wrestling, Junior? No, freaking way!"
Then she looked around, trying to see anyone she'd recognize that a guy like Junior would be protecting. "Am I allowed to ask who for?"
He looks and points to a guy who had a small..very small group of people asking for autographs. "Local author, bit of a chauvinist douche. Upset a local women's rights group and was afraid he'd get assaulted."
"Things like that make me happy I prefer my cheesy movies." Beaming back at him, she stuck out her hand. "So sorry for my lax manners, I was just a bit overwhelmed by your wicked awesomeness. I'm Sasha."
He smiled, retracted his claws a bit so he could give a proper handshake. "Well you know who my persona, but my real name's Manuel. My friends call me, Manny. You can too, chica."