12/17, early afternoon, Ben/Nona and open
Nona had enjoyed sleeping in on Monday; holiday breaks were always best on weekdays, and considering she didn't have a shift at the hospital until tomorrow afternoon, she had a lot of time to enjoy it. She also had a lot of time to enjoy Ian when she sneaked him in while her dad was at work. Mondays certainly weren't all bad, not with a little mid-morning delight.
He'd actually been in the shower with her when her father called. That was a fairly quick conversation.
Of course by the time Ben Garret arrived home, Nona had freshly blow-dried hair, well fitting jeans, Nordstrom riding boots and a comfortable fitted flannel button-down, but certainly no sign of company. She'd just finished a granola bar when they arrived curbside to the shop. Nona nudged the door closed with her hip and tucked the wrapper into the pocket of her coat, likely to forget about it before she passed a city garbage can.
"The fuss is 'cause it's here," she commented lightly, giving the sign a glance before following his lead. Dad went to the door first, held it open, and she followed inside - that's how it always went; he was first and last at the same time. Nona'd come to some huge epiphany about that when Hunter got her high for the first time four months ago. She'd forgotten it since.
"Smells like Portland..." At least, lots of shops in Portland, and not the ones she would've gotten a new dress at. There was so much to look at, Nona's eyes darted just about everywhere before settling on the empty cashier desk. "Wonder how far back it goes."