This was difficult. Ellie suddenly felt a new sort of tension that was creeping up from her feet and seemed to anchor at her hips. She had two steps in the shop before she was in battle position, half crouched, arms out, fingers splayed, and wild eyes that peered wide and took in the surroundings with obvious apprehension. Cain's forward steps brought Ellie's attention back to him and with some conscience effort she straightened her self up and lowered her arms back to her sides before she took another step into the shop. Her eyes, however, continued taking in her surroundings with a wide disbelief obvious to her expression.
This would be the first time she's ever been in a shop, a functioning shop! Her insecurity for the novelty of it dissipated into a certain kind of excitement that had her heart palpitate. She caught sight of people moving about, holding cups, holding trays with indescribable foods on it -- things she's only seen in magazines, posters, and billboards. The smell, that was something else entirely! She couldn't describe the smell that had her mouth instantly watering, nothing back home smelled like this shop did. Sure, there were some mouthwatering dishes they managed in a post apocalyptic world, but this was beyond anything they could've gutted and set over a campfire out in the wild.
"Jesus.." Ellie swallowed and licked her lips before she was drawn not to a table but to the counter which had a beautiful glass display of pastries and treats in which every single one of those edible delights called to her sweetly. This sort of display existed in old worn out advertisements and her dreams. I'll take my seat between the third and second shelf, thanks very much. She was nearly drooling and the only saving grace was likely at that point she decided to stand up straight and swallow back the collected saliva pooling in her mouth to address Cain. "How.. how do I get this.. to me.. immediately?" Was taking a seat necessary? She was standing right there, it seemed the quickest way is to reach over the counter and grab the food being served to her.
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This would be the first time she's ever been in a shop, a functioning shop! Her insecurity for the novelty of it dissipated into a certain kind of excitement that had her heart palpitate. She caught sight of people moving about, holding cups, holding trays with indescribable foods on it -- things she's only seen in magazines, posters, and billboards. The smell, that was something else entirely! She couldn't describe the smell that had her mouth instantly watering, nothing back home smelled like this shop did. Sure, there were some mouthwatering dishes they managed in a post apocalyptic world, but this was beyond anything they could've gutted and set over a campfire out in the wild.
"Jesus.." Ellie swallowed and licked her lips before she was drawn not to a table but to the counter which had a beautiful glass display of pastries and treats in which every single one of those edible delights called to her sweetly. This sort of display existed in old worn out advertisements and her dreams. I'll take my seat between the third and second shelf, thanks very much. She was nearly drooling and the only saving grace was likely at that point she decided to stand up straight and swallow back the collected saliva pooling in her mouth to address Cain. "How.. how do I get this.. to me.. immediately?" Was taking a seat necessary? She was standing right there, it seemed the quickest way is to reach over the counter and grab the food being served to her.