Starbucks is a girl's best friend! Who: Claire (plus Aaron) Littleton and OTA When: July 17, 11:30 am Where: Starbucks What: Recuperating after a baby-food shopping trip, and the large bill Status: Incomplete Rating: TBA
Claire had just spent the last two hours stocking up on baby food for Aaron. Although it needed to be done, it was an extremely painful experience. The saleswoman in the store had not been helpful at all, actually, in Claire's mind it seemed that the woman didn't really care about babies all she cared about was money. Typical.
"I think we deserve a treat, what about you?" Claire asked, as she wheeled Aaron's stroller down the street.
"Eeekaayh!" Aaron cried happily.
"Guess that's a yes then," Claire laughed slightly, in spite of herself. She had started making a dictionary in the back of her diary - all the sounds Aaron was making, that seemed to be his attempts of words. It was something her mother had done when she was little, and something Claire had thought was very stupid when she was 16.
They continued down the street until Claire found a Starbucks, deciding that this would be the best treat (more so for her than Aaron), she pushed his stroller inside.
"White chocolate mocha, a orange just and a fruit cup," Claire ordered, once she had got to the front of the long line (was there any other kind?).
"Would you like someone to bring it over to you?" the Batista asked, after Claire had paid. "Cause of your stroller-thing," she snapped her gum.
"Would you?" Claire smiled. "That would be great, thanks!"
The blonde maneuvered her stroller around the chairs and other people in line, and made her way to the plush covered seats by the window. Aaron's attention shifted to the people walking by outside, and he gurgled in delight. People watching seemed to be his favourite thing in the entire world.
Claire smiled as she watched him for a moment, and then pulled out her grocery bill. She frowned down at it, why did baby food - the good healthy stuff, seem to cost so much more than grown up food? Aaron however, seemed quite unfazed by the cost of his food, had turned in his stroller and was now watching the people in the line, staring at each and every one of them in turn.