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Cate Abernathy (dysphagia) wrote in genome_project,

It'd been some day, that was for sure. Cate had discovered several things during the previous hours that one would not soon forget. For one, she learned that her new job was tedious and full of the type of people she severely disliked. For another, it was a long seven hours from start until finish, with minimum alone time and a small, half hour break at 10:30 to cut her day in 'half'. Last, the subway system was confusing and she hated it.

And okay, she'd maybe also discovered that she was now in the lives of two people from her former life-- the one she thought she'd left behind. And she was okay with it. David made her feel young again. Stupid, too. But young and it was just so good to see him. In fact, she was still smiling about it, all the way to the small grocery store on the corner of her very long street (she lived about 7 more blocks down).

She only needed to pick up a few items. Namely milk, bread and juice (y'know, the essentials). The few dollars in her pocket were bound to be enough, and it would last her the week until her first paycheck. So! She headed towards the dairy section, stopping short to let a small child in a discombobulated outfit dart right in front of her. Kids. Where were the parents?

"Don't forget the macaroni, Rube." Oh. There he was. Typical. A man. Cate turned her head to glance, inconspicuously, toward the voice. The shelves were only so high, and she could see the back of his head perfectly. But. That was it. Giving up, because she wasn't quite as nosy as she used to be, she beelined it to the fridge door and pushed it open. Milk.