[open]'lost in the aisles'

[Eric Princeton Barnes]

Waking up with a start, must have been that dream thought Eric sitting up in the bed. He rolled over and let his feet land on the hardwood floor. One of the reason he had picked this house, it had certain things that reminded him of home, but also things his parents would not be caught dead allowing in their home. He sat up and stretch, turning his head making it pop. He looked around the barren bedroom, that still had few boxes he had yet to open. Eric walked out of his room into the room across the hall, where he kept his personal gym. He got on his treadmill and started his morning workout. After two hours passed and a quick shower, he walked to the kitchen and opened the fridge, and remembered that it was empty still. He let out a deep sigh before going to his room to change.

Eric got out his car, looking at the store he had a flat unreadable expression on his face. It was a nice fall day, a little windy but overall nice. At least it was in Eric's opinion. Closing the door of his car, he read the sign of the store. Gipetto's Family Store, what kind of name is that? thought Eric as he made his way to the front door. He hated shopping, but it had to be done and he was the one that had to do. Times like this he hated not having a girlfriend or even having Garrett do it for him. Or even with him he was sure it would be more tolerable if he was doing it alone. But he was, so he opened the front door and walked in.

Grabbing a cart he headed to the closets aisle and dug into his pocket for his grocery list. He had been in town for a few days, enjoying the sights and local eateries to tied him over but he needed food at his house now or his budget would be ruined for the month and that was not going to happen. Eric wanted to prove not only to himself but his parents that he could do it without their help, well without their money.

He paced on seeing and placing a few items into his cart. His cell went off and reached for answering it. "Hello, mother." stated Eric. "Well I am settled in well, no no need for a party mom." said Eric as he rolled his eyes. "Positive, yes, how is father?" asked Eric. He shook his head and let it fall down focusing on the ground listening to his lecture and not watching where he was going as he turned to the next aisle. The force of his crash got his attention; he quickly jerked his head up. "I am so sorry about that." stated Eric looking at the person. "Yes, mother it would be nice for you to come for a visit." he continued on his way up the aisle. He turned and looked back at the person one last time.

[Isadora Emerald Hugo]

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So, Izzy thought of herself as a very independent and resourceful women. She had been on her own for a few years now, and she was just about to graduate from college which was awesome. The thing was that she was having a hard time handling everything. She was capable of it, but the idea of juggling all the things in her life were really starting to get on her nerves and worry her a bit. She had her family back home, that she missed like crazy, she also had school that was really starting to get more and more complicated as the days went on, she also had practice and she wasn't sure what she was really going to do with that. It had been her dream to continue to dance, maybe even joining a company, but she was finding that she liked the idea of going into ballroom even. It was all very complicated. Then to top it all off with a cherry was her job, one that most would consider disrespectful to her sex. She didn't consider it gross, but some did and she wasn't sure if she liked the idea of people thinking bad of her. It wasn't so much that she was worried about her reputation, but mostly for the ones that were her friends and family. She was a bartender at a strip club, a very high end strip club and hell she was even a dancer time from time.

With her crazy life at the moment, she hardly had time to do with the everyday basics of a person's life. She had realized this as she entered her home, set down her bag at the door and bounded into the kitchen ready to devour anything that was in the kitchen, instead she found, nothing at all. Isadora had to admit that she was neglecting her health for the ease and comfort of fast food or university food, which was at times questionable. Her mother had taught her to cook, so it wasn't that she was afraid that she would burn her apartment down, but she had just been too busy the last few days. So, with that realization, she had pulled on her heels, grabbed her purse and headed back out the door and down to her vw bug. She drove to Gipetto's but saw no parking, so parking down the street a bit, and sighing at the thought of having to carry her groceries that far, she headed into the market, waving to the older cashier, who probably shouldn't even be working, but this was Walten and she was a staple at Gipetto's. Grabbing a hand held cart, she thought about it for a minute, and setting down the small basket she went for the larger push cart, and off she went.

Now some would say that she was a maniac when she shopped sort of like that show that you ran around a store grabbing items off the shelves as fast as you could. Well, while Izzy didn't race through the aisles, she was certaintly one of those people that was quick. She was usually quick about everything, she loved to stay busy. Multi-tasking was also another trait of this dark haired beauty. Not all that great really, but hey, whatever. She was grabbing something off the shelf at the end of an aisle, when she felt a solid jolt that came from her basket. Dropping her item into the basket, she watched at the man that had so rudely bumped into her. Now she would have let it go, and not have worried about it, but the guy was still on the phone, chattering away to someone, his seemingly flippiant apologize didn't make her happy, so she stopped, and pushed back her long, sometimes unruly hair. "Excuse me, i'm sorry, but you seem to have bruised my strawberries." She couldn't help but smirk in just the slightest. She wasn't going to give him hell, but he at least could have gotten off the phone or something.

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[Eric Princeton Barnes]

He was about to turn back around and contine on his way before she spoke to him. He quickly turned around and looked at her. Eric raised and eyebrow at the comment, before let out a small laugh. He did not know how to reply to that, well one that would not get him slapped. But what was he suppose to say in a nice way let me go get you some more; he was not a lap dog. But telling her to go get herself some more would not be the nicest thing to tell her. As well he had been the one to run into her.

Staring at the girl his mother's voice broke him out of his trance. "Oh, it was nothing mother." "Yes mother I am sure, well okay." Stated Eric looking at the ground. He looked back at the girl and saw she wanted something. So he told his mother, "But I think I will have to call you back, something here requires my attention." she finsihed telling him about possibly coming to visit. He agreed and said the formalities befor eshe hung up.

"Now what were you saying about your strawberries?" asked Eric turning his attention to person in front of him. Seeing that despite her smirk she did seem a little aggravated. But he hoped it was not directed to him. He had aplogized to the woman, maybe not a heart felt one but one none the less. BUt she seemed like the high maintance type, so she wanted to attention and time spent making her feel batter. He would oblige for a little while, not that he had anything else to do. Besides she was nice to look at so why not? He waited for her reply, leaning against his cart.

[Isadora Emerald Hugo]

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Isadora wasn't known for playing with guys, well she didn't do it on purpose anyways. She loved the attention she got from a man, because of her looks and why not? She had stunning features, and she liked the way men admired her for them. She also used them to her advantage. It wasn't as if she slept with a cop to get out of a ticket, but a few eye lash bats never hurt anyone, plus she could not get another ticket, that would just not be a good idea. Now with the man in front of her that had rudely bumped into her cart, and hadn't even bothered with a proper apology, she couldn't help but drag on a little bit. She gave a wide smile and simply looked at him. She was close enough to hear his side of the conversation. Not that she was evsdropping, but because she was just that close and for goodness sake, he wasn't whispering. She had to admit, it was sort of sweet that he was on the phone with his mother and at the same time, it was a bit odd. Put she supposed he could be that he recently moved here, or was going to college or some such thing.

She knew whatever the case may be, she had to know. She was all about curiosity and she was for sure curious about him. If she had pulled that trick about the strawberries on anyone else, they would have just shrugged and gone on with their shopping, but not this man, this guy was different, he actually hung up the phone, and directed his attention to her, and as people knew, she loved attention. "Oh I was just saying that my strawberries are bruised, I guess it's not that big a deal." This wasn't usually the way she met men, bumping into them in Gipetto's, but it was a really different change of pace and she had to admit, she sort of liked it. "My name is Isadora by the way, and I'm hoping I won't have to report this to my insurance agency, they would kill me if I told them that I had another gracery cart accident." During her little speach, she kept her face serious as a heart attack, but as she looked back to him, she couldn't help but smile. "And you are?"

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[Eric Princeton Barnes]

Eric smiled at the girl, no the woman in front of him. Taking her face in more now he saw she was stunning. Bruised strawberries of all things to talk about or at least to start a conversation with was a bit strange, but quite amusing. He had never been accused of bruising strawberries before. It was something new, which this town brought a lot of it in his life lately. "Well I don't know about that, strawberries are very important and delicious," replied Eric.

Her next comment was funny and somehow cute. almost flirty but she still looked serious and not playful. But maybe that was the kind of person she was? He did not want to laugh in case she was being serious and did not want to offend her. But he knew now he was not feeling so forced to grace her with s attention she seemed funny enough and so quickly had Eric wanting more of the conversation. Isadora? that a pretty name but definitely foreign thought Eric. Not that he saw that was a bad thing, with her exotic features and all. He gave her a smile and locked eyes with Isadora. "Well I would not want to do that added to your record." stated Eric.

He saw her finally smile and it made him smile brighter and stand up straight off of the cart. "Well I am Eric and it is very nice to meet you; despite the circumstances." replied Eric. He stretched his hand out to her. But somehow that seemed off now to him, but he really did not know her yet. But he wanted to know. He could pull his hand back, but again not wanting to offend her he kept it stretched out to her. He was staring at he now and had to mentally shake himself to stop, "And how about we get you some more strawberries I would hate for you to go without them or have bruised ones.

[Isadora Emerald Hugo]

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It would be a serious bonus point for the man in front of her if she actually played along with this, if he didn't then she would probably just have to write him off and go along her way. She gave everyone a fair shot and if you passed that was great, if you didn't then there was no harm and no foul. He hated the idea of enemies but knew that they would be around and even though she tried to avoid them, people who disliked her profession would be around too. She had learned that you can't judge people, it was just not a good practice to keep. Tapping her fingers lightly on the handle bar of the grocery cart, she spoke "Oh they are very delicious, and I'm sorry if I made you hang up your call with your mother, I hope it wasn't too important." She had loosened up a bit and was smiling as she regularly did, but she did feel a little bad for messing with him, especially since he had been on the phone with his mother.

As he reached out his hand, she quickly reached hers out as well, "Yes, gotta keep that record clean or they take my shopping license away, and then I would go hungry and that would be horrible." She laughed a little. "Nice to meet you too, Eric. Oh and you can call me Izzy, Isadora just seems so formal these days." She shook his frimly, and let go. Spotting something off her list, she quickly grabbed a box of poptarts off the shelf, and tossed them into her basket. The idea of spending part of the afternoon shopping with someone seemed like a good enough idea to her and she was sure that he would end up being a wonderful friend, and she could always use friends. Moving her cart down the aisle a bit, she pushed her hair back behind her shoulders. "That sounds lovely. Oh and tell me Eric, have you lived here long?" She rounded a corner and tried to slow her pace so that she didn't seem like she was in that prize show where you had to run all over a grocery store grabbing items off the shelf.

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Eric let his gaze drop to her fingers tapping on the cart. He listened to her agree with him about how delicious strawberries are. When she brought up is mother he wondered, had he been talking rather loudly or was she just nosy. Not that he really cared about her knowing he talked to his mom. It was not like he was a mama's boy or anything, not that if he was he would be ashamed if he were. But she was just calling to check on him, well more like snoop and see if he needed anything. Not that he would tell her, he liked being independent and wanted to keep it that way.

He did not now what to tell her. Telling he was called to be checked up on did not seem to enforce the not a mama's boy fact. But he did not want to tell her something that would make him seem cold towards his mother. Grant had told him a few years ago that some women will judge your dating score by the way you treat your mother. So he smiled before beginning to speak again. "Well just talking about her coming to visit me soon." replied Eric. Satisfied with his reply he kept his smile on his face as he looked back to her face.

When she let go of his hand he laughed at the continuation of the little joke. "We must not let that happen, but I must tell I would not let you hungry." replied Eric with a light smirk on his face now. "Would not do well on my conscious if I somehow let that happen." added Eric quickly. He smiled again when she offered him a nickname. "Izzy well that does scream more fun."

"No not really I just moved here a month and a half ago. Seems like a great town, what about you? How long have you lived here Izzy?" asked Eric as he started to follow her with his cart. He moved a little faster to catch up and move to her side. As he smiled at her as he walked.