WHO: Gretchen Watkins & Delaney Twilfitt WHAT: Delaney needs to talk. Gretchen happens to be nearby. WHERE: Diagon WHEN: Monday afternoon WARNINGS/RATING/STATUS: None this time, I promise! Just talk of babies and emotions and girly shit like that/PG13?/Ongoing
Gretchen wasn't exactly sure how it'd come to pass that she was picking up lunch for Trevor, but sure enough, here she was, paying for two meals from the Happy Squid and taking them back to a likely ungrateful partner. Thanking man behind the counter, she snagged the bag of food and took an appreciative sniff as she walked outside, her stomach rumbling slightly.
She was hungrier than she'd thought, which sort of made sense, given that she'd foregone any sort of breakfast meal in favour of spending another hour in bed with Trevor. Not that it had been a bad trade off, mind. The fact remained, however, that this food was going to be greatly appreciated.
Strolling past Delaney's store, Gretchen glanced in idly, still slightly uncomfortable with the fact that both she and Trevor had slept with the woman, on completely separate occasions. She was certain it was a first, she didn't generally sleep with women and she would bet all her gold that Trevor had never shagged a bloke. Given her inclinations, a certain level of crossover was to be expected, but she still found it odd.
Oddness filling her head, Gretchen didn't see Delaney walking towards her until it was too late. The other woman had spotted her and Gretch raised a hand in greeting.