Waiting for Inspiration

Poor Jayda waiting for me to become inspired for the next installment of the story. She got pretty dramatic about it, too.

Mysteries and Fate

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"And so, Mr. Matthews, that is why I did not attend the conference."

"Yeah, Cocoa, I'd fire me, too. Let's hope he doesn't."

"...ugh...I wish I'd never seen that guy."

*knock knock* "What? I'm not expecting any deliveries..."

*gasp* "What if it's him?"

"What if he followed me home?"

"What if he's like, a serial killer, or the Terminator, or something?"

"OH MY GOD I'M THAT GIRL THAT GETS HUNTED DOWN BY THE TERMINATOR."

"GO AWAY, I PROMISE NOT TO SAVE THE WORLD FROM THE MACHINE APOCALYPSE!"

"Oh this is ridiculous. It's probably just some pizza guy with the wrong door."

"But just in case it isn't...HEY, I AM GOING TO OPEN THE DOOR. I'M ARMED, so DO NOT TRY ANYTHING."

"WHOA AH I SURRENDER!"

Jayda: "Whoah. Hello. Who are you?"

"My name is Bradley. I'm looking for someone, and I think you may have seen him. He's about my height, dressed really strangely...he's not...not from around here. He's a foreigner. I really need to find him before he gets...lost."

Jayda: "What makes you think I've seen anyone strange? I just moved here. Everyone is strange."

Bradley: "Call it a hunch."

Jayda: "Well, I'm sorry. I have no idea where your friend is."

Bradley: "Tell you what. I'm going to take you to lunch tomorrow. Say, that place on Baker Street, around 1:30?"

"I don't know, tomorrow's not really good for me..."

"Mr. Bradley? Excuse me? Hello?"

"Okay, what was that all about?"

"Jayda, what have you gotten yourself involved in?"

Going Shopping

Jayda: Here, while we're in town, why don't you let me carry your helmet? I can put it in my backpack. It'll be safe.

Jayda: We need to find a clothing store.
Clark: Clothing store?

Jayda: Yes, a store that sells clothing.

Jayda: This one should do.

"Welcome! My name is Tiffany! Come on in!"

Jayda: If you see something you like, let me know.

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Jayda: UHHHH not this one. This uhhhh...won't fit you.

Jayda: Try looking over there in the Men's section!

Tiffany: So, you folks aren't from around here?
Jayda: No, I'm from out of town and he's...oh...shoot...I...um...

Jayda: I don't even know who he is! I assumed he was a co-worker at the bus stop!

Jayda: I JUST PICKED UP A RANDOM GUY AT A BUS STOP AND I'M BUYING HIM CLOTHES.

Tiffany: Well, at least he's good-looking.
Jayda: Oh that's not the point...I...oh...I'm new to the job and I didn't know...

Tiffany: Shh, I think it's romantic! He seems nice anyway, a little space cadet but nice. Oh here he comes!

Clark: Is this more suitable attire?
Jayda: Uhhh yes...uh...that's fine...why don't you go...try wearing it? The changing rooms are over there.
Clark: Okay.

Jayda: Look...Tiffany was it? When he comes back out, just tell him he looks great. I'll pay for his things right now.

Tiffany: You're leaving? *gasp* Are you sure?

Jayda: I'm sure.

Clark: How does this look? ...Jayda?

Tiffany: Excuse me? Sir, I think she dumped you. She paid for your clothes and left.

Clark: Why...why would she do that?
Tiffany: Well it sure beats me.
Clark: She still has my helmet.

Tiffany: Well there goes the most interesting person to walk in here in years.