It being a Saturday with no gallery opening, Timpani was enjoying a morning running errands and had stopped at the bakery for a treat. She just couldn't decide which one. They all looked and smelled amazing, but the problem was she wanted them all and pregnant or not, she did not need them all. Just....which one was the right one? Decisions, decisions.
"Hey, Forrest," she replied with a smile. Because it was a casual morning for errands, she was wearing a pair of bermuda jean shorts and a navy blue and white stripped maternity t-shirt with a yellow plaid overshirt, her hair covered in a straw hat. And of course, sandals. It was after all, a beach town, even if it was Northern California and not southern. "What are you eating?" she asked, peering nosily at the bag as if she could see through the paper.
"I want it, what is it?" That is, she would buy her own, but sharing was not an option. Stealing it was definitely on the table though if he wasn't careful.