I'm fairly sure that it'll be a very important thought. Best remember your name.
I must not panic. Just have to grab some cloths and a jacket, throw it on, and get the h*** out of here. Maybe I can grab some quick eats if I move fast enough. The 'just got out of bed' look is in style anyway."I think I might be going insane, oh yeah, Clothes, clothes are important." Isolde muttered as she pulled on the first pair of jeans she could find, followed by a top over her undershirt and a jacket on the way out the door. When she reached the kitchen she saw Kevin standing there, Celtic Mythology and Legends book in one hand, and a spatula in the other. She hit him lightly on the back of the head. "You didn't wake me up!"
"Ow, What I thought it was still..." He glanced at a clock "Oh."
"Yeah."
"Well, go ahead and run to the bookstore, I'll bring you the food once it's done cooking."
She gave him a quick kiss, "Thanks, you're the best." And she was off out the door.
You'll need to run if want to make it on time Isolde.
Don't forget to say goodbye to everyone you know...
You may never see them again.That's and odd thought. Why would I think that? She thought as she ran.
She was six minutes late, but her supervisor understood, there wasn't anything to do before the store opened anyway. Kevin arrived a while later before it opened at nine, with two bacon sandwiches and a thermos of tea, and they talked for a few minutes over said foodstuffs until the store opened. As he left, Kevin said that he was going to bring lunch too to make up for not waking her up.
It was a slow day at the bookstore and she only saw four customers all morning, two just browsed and the other two knew exactly what they were looking for and were out in a few minutes, so she spent most of the morning sitting behind the counter, trying to fix her hair or twirling it around her finger. So when her lunch break came around she decided to take a walk around the inside of the building to stretch her legs. She mused on her dream and what Kevin was going to bring her for lunch as she walked, and was so absorbed in her thoughts that she nearly ran into someone. Apologizing, she stumbled back and as she did she noticed what he looked like.
He was smiling and looked vaguely Asian, and though he looked more Russian, he could have been from any part of Asia. His clothes were vaguely Asian as well, although they were very odd. He had on some sort of a coat that had only three visible, rectangular buttons and wide flaring sleeves, his shoes and pants were normal, but over them he had some kind of skirt that split straight down the middle.
Nothing really to mention this time except thanks to Turuin for the complement a while ago, and an apology for my lack of ability to draw feet.