@taeaoh
in hindsight, maybe it was a bad call to take little alex to the trampoline park after getting froyo.
but it’s not like she can travel back in time to stop past-jo from caving into the kid’s request. if she could, things would be a lot more different than they are now, butterfly effect be damned. instead, she can only watch in mortification as alex decides then and there to projectile vomit over some very expensive looking leather shoes. it’s even worse when she looks up and finds a familiar face from her apartment complex as the owner of said shoes.
the apology is quick to die in her throat.
“i’m sorry,” sweet little alex mumbles as his grip tightens around her hand and jo doesn’t have it in her to be mad at him. she isn’t too sure about the other guy though.
“i’m so sorry about that,” jo finally says after fishing through her bag to find tissues from the froyo place to clean alex’s face. tossing the tissues into a nearby bin with impeccable aim, she grimaces at the guy’s ruined shoes before meeting his eyes, a sheepish smile lining her lips. “okay so, those look like they’d cost me a kidney. i probably can’t get you new ones, but...”
digging through her bag again, she produces a pomegranate lollipop and offers it to him. “i got this and connections with the dry cleaning place down the block.”