i awoke in my 1 bedroom apartment, the gray fog smothered the sky. my head arose from the pillow, stretching my arms in the process. i had moved to new york a little over a month ago to start a new life. i was not totally familiar with my surroundings quite yet. my legs ached as i stepped out of bed. my feet taking me straight to the kitchen.
i need groceries.
i looked into the bare cupboards, saltines and peanut butter being the only source of food. my fridge held a sad waterbottle and apple juice. i had lived off these few items since ive gotten here.
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the door slid open as i stepped infront of it. i grabbed a cart and began roaming around the small store. i grabbed items that looked good to me. i examined a few items in my arms while backing up. i felt the back of my body slam into someone else's, dropping everything onto the floor.
shit.
"i-im so sorry" my little 5'0 body quivered as i spoke. i bent down to grab my fallen items.
"its totally ok" he chuckled.
"h-here let me help"
he bent down, picking up what i had dropped. we both stood up, only to meet eachothers gaze.
"thanks...." i hinted for his name.
"george" he replied while handing me a box.
"thanks george" i smiled. as i began to turn away he spoke.
"your welcome...?"
"chloe" i replied.
"thats a pretty name" he smirked.
"thank you george."
i smiled and walked away from him.
