Who: Shosanna Dreyfus and Steve Rogers. What: Random meeting. Where: The park. When: Sunday, June 27. Warnings: TBD. Status: Closed.
Shosanna had done a little grocery shopping for the household. Having Sam, Lucrezia, and Giovanni in the apartment meant food was a necessity. Especially for little Giovanni. She hadn't gotten too terribly much, because she wasn't really supposed to be carrying too much weight for too terribly long. But she couldn't remain cooped up in the apartment all day. Which was one reason she hadn't quit her job at the Electric Lady just yet. Though she knew she would need too sooner rather than later.
As she walked home, taking the scenic route through the park, something tragic happened. One of her bags, the one with the half-gallon of milk, decided to burst open. Followed by the one with the fresh fruit. And, because she couldn't help herself (pregnancy hormones and all), she found herself with tears running down her face.
Because of course this would happen while she was doing something she wasn't really supposed to be doing. "Fuck," she murmured, in French.