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“Oh…” The brunette offered him a small smile. “It’s that kind of impression you want to make.” Sara couldn’t help but chuckle softly, brushing her bangs away from her eyes. Her gaze went to him, he looked younger than her… but in this country, Sara knew better than to just assume things about people. It was something she had learned. Are you alright? Well. No. Not really, but she would be… someday. “I’m fine…” She chuckled nervously, before pressing her lips together and faking a small smile. “Nothing to worry about. But umm… let’s see what we can scoop for you. Are you planning a romantic dinner of some sort?” She asked casually, before motioning her head, telling him to follow her.
Once they reached the freezer of pre-cooked meals, Sara motioned her hand towards the vast selection of pre-cooked pasta. “These take absolutely no talent at all to make. They’re pretty much time-management only. And then, we can pick a nice sauce to mix them with, a good bottle of wine and you’re good to go.”
Emile didn’t believe her for one moment but he’d remain at peace with it. He had no desire to mend a stranger’s heart in a supermarket. It was enough that he didn’t exploit her vulnerability which was all too common for Emile in his life before Astoria. They were all equals here in Astoria even though Emile hardly felt that rang true. “Of some sort, yes,” Emile confirmed leaving his response vague. There were certain elements of romance that bled into a feeding but it was all superficial.
“Thank you I’ll look into this,” Emile said showing gratitude for her suggested. He wouldn’t look into it any further though. He had absolutely no desire to do any sort of cooking for this person. He wanted them gone after a feeding almost immediately so he wouldn’t be tempted to go in for more. Dead bodies were significantly harder to hide in Nova Pangaea. All he aimed to do was send his donors off with something better than a chocolate chip cookie and Dixie cup’s worth of orange juice that was given at the community’s beloved blood bank.
He reached into the freezer case and pulled out a bag of prepared pasta and glanced at the ingredients. “You take care of yourself, alright? Thanks again,” he repeated finally letting the woman get back to whatever it was that brought her into the store to begin with.















