Milk let her eyes scan over the piles of white onions at the supermarket she was standing in. Today was the fighters grocery day, which meant she was going to restock on onions. The basket at her side held nothing but a pair of gallon jugs of chocolate milk, along with a small bag of onions. Milk had to resort to purchasing her own stash, since the cafeteria workers refused to give her more than five onions a week.
Oh well, it couldn't be helped, Milk thought to herself as she picked up a particularly large onion. The tanned woman held it up to the light, looking over every inch of the vegetable. You could never be too careful in picking the right onion. Satisfied, she set it gently into the bag in her cart, and began a hunt for another onion. She saw it, a perfect onion sitting on the pile. She could tell it was going to be delicious, and instantly reached for it. The only thing that stopped her was the hand that bumped into hers.
Pulling her hand back, Milk spoke in her normal monotone. "My apologies. You may have that onion."
@"Emy"
Oh well, it couldn't be helped, Milk thought to herself as she picked up a particularly large onion. The tanned woman held it up to the light, looking over every inch of the vegetable. You could never be too careful in picking the right onion. Satisfied, she set it gently into the bag in her cart, and began a hunt for another onion. She saw it, a perfect onion sitting on the pile. She could tell it was going to be delicious, and instantly reached for it. The only thing that stopped her was the hand that bumped into hers.
Pulling her hand back, Milk spoke in her normal monotone. "My apologies. You may have that onion."
@"Emy"