eleanor + sofia @sofiapuglisi
Eleanor stepped into Poppy’s Laundromat, a pizza box tucked under her arm, the aroma of cheese mixing in with the faint smell of detergent. She headed straight for the folding table where Sofia was sorting laundry, trying not to wobble under the box.
"Hi, Sofia. I hope you're hungry." Eleanor said, setting the box down with a little grin. "I brought pizza. It’s probably not as hot as it should be, but I'm sure it still tastes good." She leaned slightly on the table and glanced at the pink detergent vending machine in the corner. "Your laundromat is really nice. It actually makes folding socks kind of fun." She lingered for a second. Poppy's might not have been around for long but for something as boring and mundane as a laundromat, the way Sofia had designed it actually made it look kind of fun. "I never got to ask. Whose Poppy by the way?"