Much taller than Ruby's head, a gathering of red hair moved through the aisle toward the fridges in the back with the click of heels on tile following her. Noah raised his eyebrows, tilting his hat up by its brim, as he rounded the corner. Ruby was busy checking out gallons of ice cream through the glass, her hands spread and making prints in the condensation. The redheaded woman was opening the cooler full of milk. She was wearing a tailored gray dress suit that looked like something out of an old movie. It was cut wide around her neck and fell just above her knees. It was hard to miss, too, the perfect hourglass shape her figure cut against the dim lights reflecting in the glass.
"Ruby Roberta, grab some milk, would you? I wasn't planning on staying the night here." Noah stood at the intersection, where the bread aisle ran perpendicular to the fridges of milk and eggs. He leaned carelessly on a display of soup cans, giving his daughter a look that told her to get a move on. Evie was padding around the redheaded woman, looking up at her curiously. "Jesus. Leave her alone, Eve. She'll be out of your way in a minute. Don't act like your mother in public. I've told you."