Charlie has no time for loss. He shoves his fist through the glass of the door. His fingers nimbly find the locking mechanism, pull it. He pushes the store’s door open.
“Grab only enough for tonight, Goldie”, Charlie says as he steps aside for an attractive young lady wearing a crushed denim skirt. Her light brown hair flows like a ruddy hued flooded river by him. She winks in passing, nodding.
“Birdie like anything special, or do I just shoestring it”, the lady asks. She looks up over the store’s aisles reading their respective labels. “Can fix up some good rice, noodles and such if we do go cheap.”
Charlie watches Nadine move toward the aisle having rice. He feels himself becoming aroused by her long legs and tight ass. “Um, she doesn’t care much for Brussels sprouts, mushrooms or salmon”, he says as he turns away to locate the check out lanes and service desk. “You can feed me nearly anything though, honey.”
Nadine chuckles as she goes to fetch ingredients for their improvised dinner. “I do declare, you’re a scoundrel Blinkie”, she says. He has already made his way to the service desk and is doing a quick estimate. “Add on a dozen eggs”, she calls out.
“You can figure in bean sprouts, mixed veggies too”, he says. As he does, he is taking out a twenty from his wallet. He puts this over onto the service counter with a hastily typed note.The note is signed whimsically, “Birdie’s Crew”.
“You reckon they’ll know anything”, Nadine asks Charlie as she finishes bagging up her groceries. She carries her two bags over to the service desk by him. Her eyes glance over the desk and see the twenty dollar bill, then up at the broken glass door.