Who: Anna Latham and Fred Andrews What: Match up in the Spaghetti and Meatballs Fun When: Mid-Afternoon Where: Outside of Hinkles Status: In Progress, Closed Warnings: Low
She had no idea what the hell was going on this week. First it was monsoons, then it was sunny and humid, then two feet of snow which was gone and now spaghetti and meatballs was raining from the sky. She didn't have a clue what the hell was up with this place. She was getting used to the strange but this was beyond that.
Anna had thought she'd have enough time to get from one store to Hinkle's before it began raining pasta again, but she thought wrong and as she ran across the street she slipped on a patch of spaghetti and tumbled to the ground, stopping by the sidewalk outside of Hinkle's. The scrapes along her hands and cheek already beginning to heal over as she pushed herself up, just in time to jerk out of the way of a wayward meatball.
"Okay, I know I used to work at an Italian place but really?" she muttered before looking up, blushing as she saw someone coming over towards her.