"Should have brought a bag, definitely should have brought a baaaag." Wren mutters under her breath, the keys to her dad's truck barely held in her mouth and an armload of groceries threatening to topple into the parking lot as she shuffles out the front doors. "Why do they have to ask for so much when I do snack runs? I don't even work there- they owe me for this one." She dumps the pile onto the passenger seat with a groan, one of the bottles of particularly sought after gatorade from a recent newcomer falling and rolling off down the lot. "Ah, shit."
She catches up with it just in time for it to roll to a stop in front of another young woman, sighing with relief. "Ah, thank God, I was sure I was gonna be chasin' it all the way to the radio station." She tilts her head slightly, then snaps her fingers. "Ah, you're Aiko, right? Cy's little sister? I'm Wren, we met at the uh, lake party where Hank went...." She lofts a hand upwards quickly, yanking it down before going. "Bloop." Then clears her throat. "Though, now that I say that out loud it feels a lot darker than I meant it to, for that to be the reminder of where we uh, where we met."
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