@sofiasinclair
Wanda had never had a real job before. In Sokovia, she lived on the streets before Hydra got their hands on her, and her life after that had been consumed with either working with the Avengers or running from them. There had never been time for nine to five shifts or lunch breaks, but this was a different world, a different life. In this life, she had a nice job at a hex shop. She had a coworker she enjoyed working with. And she had lunch breaks. She wasn’t entirely sure what to do with that.
That was probably why she was back at the shop twenty minutes before her break was meant to be over, a plastic bag in each hand. Offering Sofia a smile as she closed the door behind her, she held up one of the bags. “There’s a food truck outside, and I panicked,” she explained, closing the distance between herself and the counter and holding one of the bags out to Sofia. “Do you like tacos? I bought twenty tacos. I really hope you like tacos.”