“Hi.”
Julia looked up from staring at the glass. She’d zoned out, the kind of zoning out you do when you look at something long enough and start to not look at it anymore but look through it.
The kind of zoning out we all do when we need a short brain nap. We all need those. Brain naps are nice.
“Hi?” She said, more to wake herself out of the little mental break than to acknowledge the source of the voice.
“Hi,” the source of the voice said, a little growled but peppy.
Hmm. The voice was a he. She looked up. Oh. The voice had a nice smile.
Julia looked from his face to his shopping cart, because quietly examining the contents of other peoples’ grocery carts is what we do in a grocery store. Organic crackers. Pasta. Cereal. Milk. La Croix. Toilet paper. A bottle of grocery store boxed wine. It was a full cart.
Julia looked over at her own shopping cart because comparing ourselves to others is what we do. Similarly common stuff, just less of it. Paper towels. Vegetables. Fruit. Hummus. Rosé. Oh my god. So bach-y.