he has three bags of groceries dangling from one arm, and a large - obviously heavy box precariously balanced as elbow and then ass are applied to maneuver awkwardly through the front door of the shop.
he’s not expecting to see zoe there. then again, her presence isn’t unexpected either - she did have a key after all, to both his apartment and the parlour, pretty much coming and going as she pleased. –but, it is something that never fails to pull a bright smile to his face.
“hey stranger!!! where you been hidin’ out??”
maybe one of those ‘date-nights’ finally bore fruit and she’s been otherwise occupied. and it’s a slightly sour thought that that’s the first thing he thinks of - that and the marginal discomfort it brings, trying to shake it free.
he says by way of simple explanation - the box and bags filled with all manner of goodies.
“was gonna put it together to send to dean today. y’can gimme a hand if you like??”
she’s dizzy as hell by this point. it’s become a game to see how long she can spin in this chair before a) it falls apart or b) she falls off of it. not one of her brightest moments but it’s lunch hour and there’s no one in the shop but her.
...until sam comes juggling his way in and she slams a hand on the desk and makes the world do that skip-jump-slide-repeat thing it does while her eyes refocus.
“hi y’erself handsome!!” she stands to help, stumbles.
whoa. mh... ———— okay, now we’re good.
cautiously putting one foot in front of the other she makes it to where he stands and loads up the counter with bags and she’s starts rooting around in them on her tip toes, since it’s just stuff for dean anyway.
“your daddy’s been a slave driver.”
it’s explanation enough, she thinks. since she joined forces with Winchester Auto Repair and Restoration she hasn’t seen daylight after closing time in almost two months, which sadly also meant she hasn’t been here to see him as much either. something she decided to rectify today (and tomorrow) when she wrote herself off the schedule.
“sure i’ll help! what’s the monthly gag-gift this time?”
