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It was so early in the morning, and I was still feeling too lazy to get out of bed despite the endless list of tasks waiting for me. Before i continue my name is Lara. It was the weekend, and shopping day. I had already prepared my list of items the night before because I had run out of most of the essentials at home. On top of that, I had some errands to run before the day ended.After much comtemplation, I finally mustered the willpower to throw off the covers and get up. Sluggishly, I made my way to the bathroom, brushed my teeth, and took a quick shower. I slipped into a comfy dress something light and breezy to keep me moving freely. As I looked at myself in the mirror, I mumbled, "I'm not gonna do too much today."Once dressed, I went to the kitchen and fixed myself a quick bowl of cereal. I didn’t want anything too heavy since I was already behind schedule. Glancing at the clock, I realized I was running late, so I quickly rounded up, grabbed my car keys and the list I’d left on the table the previous night, and headed out the door.The first stop was a logistics office to send a package to a friend in another city. I figured it was better to get my errands out of the way first before diving into shopping. Thankfully, the logistics process went smoothly, and in no time, I was back in my car, headed to the mall.The mall I chose was my go-to because it had everything I needed, saving me the hassle of hopping from one store to another. I pulled into the parking lot, found a space, and parked my car. With my wallet and phone in hand, I stepped out, ready to tackle my shopping list.Just as I was about to enter the mall, a gust of wind swept by, snatching the list from my hand. “Oh no!” I exclaimed, watching helplessly as the paper flew away.I dashed after it, weaving through parked cars and passersby, but every time I got close, the breeze seemed to pick up, sending the list farther out of reach. I groaned in fustration. I wasn’t ready to let this minor inconvenience ruin my morning, but it was starting to feel like a bad day alreadyJust as I was about to give up and accept the chaos, a voice called out from behind me. “Excuse me! Is this yours?”I turned around to see a tall, broad-shouldered man holding my list. My shoulders relaxed as I let out a deep breath, and I quickly blurted out, “Oh my goodness, thank you so much!”As I reached out to take the list, I looked up at him for the first time. He was there was no other word for it handsome. His eyes crinkled at the corner as he smiled, i noticed a scar above his left eyebrow“You seem pretty attached to this piece of paper,” he said, his voice low and smooth handing it back to me.I laughed nervously. “You have no idea. This list is the only thing keeping me sane today.”“Well, I’m glad I could help save the day,” he replied, his smile widening.I thanked him again and turned to head into the mall, but he surprised me by falling into step beside me. “So, what’s on this famous list?” he asked playfully.I hesitated for a moment, unsure how to respond. But there was something about his friendly demeanor that made me feel at ease. “Oh, just the usual groceries, toiletries, a few things for the house. Nothing exciting.”“Exciting is overrated,” he said with a chuckle. “But efficient shopping? Now that’s impressive.”I laughed, and we started talking as we walked. He introduced himself as Chike, and before I knew it, we were chatting like old friends. He told me he was at the mall to pick up supplies for an art exhibition he was working on. Intrigued, I asked him about his work, and he lit up as he described his passion for painting.We reached the entrance of the mall, and I assumed we’d part ways there, but Chike surprised me again. “Mind if I tag along? I could use some inspiration, and who knows? Maybe I’ll even pick up a thing or two about efficient shopping.”I wasn’t sure why, but I said yes. There was something refreshing about his company, and I figured having someone to talk to might make the experience less tedious.As we wandered through the aisles, Chike made the mundane task of shopping feel like an adventure. He cracked jokes about the absurdly high prices of imported goods, gave unsolicited commentary on the best brands of cereal, and even helped me reach a jar of peanut butter on a high shelf.At one point, we ended up in the home décor section, where Chike picked up a garish orange vase and declared it a masterpiece. “This,” he said, holding it up dramatically, “is exactly what my studio needs.”I laughed so hard I nearly knocked over a stack of plates.By the time we reached the checkout counter, my cart was full, and my mood had lifted completely. Chike helped me bag my items, and we walked back to the parking lot together.As I loaded my shopping bags into the trunk of my car, I turned to him and said, “Thanks for making today… unexpectedly fun.”“The pleasure was all mine,” he replied, leaning casually against his own car parked a few spaces away. “I think you’ve convinced me to start making lists.”I smiled. “Who knew a runaway list could lead to such an interesting day?”Chike nodded, his expression turning a bit more serious. “You know, I don’t usually chase after flying pieces of paper. But something told me this one was worth it.”I felt a warmth rise in my cheeks and quickly busied myself with closing the trunk.“Well, if you ever need help with your shopping list or if you’re curious about that orange vase I’m around,” he said, handing me a business card.I glanced at the card: Chike Okoye - Artist & Illustrator.“Thanks,” I said, tucking the card into my bag. “I’ll think about it.”As I drove away, I couldn’t help but smile. The day hadn’t gone as planned, but maybe that wasn’t such a bad thing after all. It was so early in the morning, and I was still feeling too lazy to get out of bed despite the endless list of tasks waiting for me. Before i continue my name is Lara. It was the weekend, and shopping day. I had already prepared my list of items the night before because I had run out of most of the essentials at home. On top of that, I had some errands to run before the day ended. After much comtemplation, I finally mustered the willpower to throw off the covers and get up. Sluggishly, I made my way to the bathroom, brushed my teeth, and took a quick shower. I slipped into a comfy dress something light and breezy to keep me moving freely. As I looked at myself in the mirror, I mumbled, "I'm not gonna do too much today." Once dressed, I went to the kitchen and fixed myself a quick bowl of cereal. I didn’t want anything too heavy since I was already behind schedule. Glancing at the clock, I realized I was running late, so I quickly rounded up, grabbed my car keys and the list I’d left on the table the previous night, and headed out the door. The first stop was a logistics office to send a package to a friend in another city. I figured it was better to get my errands out of the way first before diving into shopping. Thankfully, the logistics process went smoothly, and in no time, I was back in my car, headed to the mall. The mall I chose was my go-to because it had everything I needed, saving me the hassle of hopping from one store to another. I pulled into the parking lot, found a space, and parked my car. With my wallet and phone in hand, I stepped out, ready to tackle my shopping list. Just as I was about to enter the mall, a gust of wind swept by, snatching the list from my hand. “Oh no!” I exclaimed, watching helplessly as the paper flew away. I dashed after it, weaving through parked cars and passersby, but every time I got close, the breeze seemed to pick up, sending the list farther out of reach. I groaned in fustration. I wasn’t ready to let this minor inconvenience ruin my morning, but it was starting to feel like a bad day already Just as I was about to give up and accept the chaos, a voice called out from behind me. “Excuse me! Is this yours?” I turned around to see a tall, broad-shouldered man holding my list. My shoulders relaxed as I let out a deep breath, and I quickly blurted out, “Oh my goodness, thank you so much!” As I reached out to take the list, I looked up at him for the first time. He was there was no other word for it handsome. His eyes crinkled at the corner as he smiled, i noticed a scar above his left eyebrow “You seem pretty attached to this piece of paper,” he said, his voice low and smooth handing it back to me. I laughed nervously. “You have no idea. This list is the only thing keeping me sane today.” “Well, I’m glad I could help save the day,” he replied, his smile widening. I thanked him again and turned to head into the mall, but he surprised me by falling into step beside me. “So, what’s on this famous list?” he asked playfully. I hesitated for a moment, unsure how to respond. But there was something about his friendly demeanor that made me feel at ease. “Oh, just the usual groceries, toiletries, a few things for the house. Nothing exciting.” “Exciting is overrated,” he said with a chuckle. “But efficient shopping? Now that’s impressive.” I laughed, and we started talking as we walked. He introduced himself as Chike, and before I knew it, we were chatting like old friends. He told me he was at the mall to pick up supplies for an art exhibition he was working on. Intrigued, I asked him about his work, and he lit up as he described his passion for painting. We reached the entrance of the mall, and I assumed we’d part ways there, but Chike surprised me again. “Mind if I tag along? I could use some inspiration, and who knows? Maybe I’ll even pick up a thing or two about efficient shopping.” I wasn’t sure why, but I said yes. There was something refreshing about his company, and I figured having someone to talk to might make the experience less tedious. As we wandered through the aisles, Chike made the mundane task of shopping feel like an adventure. He cracked jokes about the absurdly high prices of imported goods, gave unsolicited commentary on the best brands of cereal, and even helped me reach a jar of peanut butter on a high shelf. At one point, we ended up in the home décor section, where Chike picked up a garish orange vase and declared it a masterpiece. “This,” he said, holding it up dramatically, “is exactly what my studio needs.” I laughed so hard I nearly knocked over a stack of plates. By the time we reached the checkout counter, my cart was full, and my mood had lifted completely. Chike helped me bag my items, and we walked back to the parking lot together. As I loaded my shopping bags into the trunk of my car, I turned to him and said, “Thanks for making today… unexpectedly fun.” “The pleasure was all mine,” he replied, leaning casually against his own car parked a few spaces away. “I think you’ve convinced me to start making lists.” I smiled. “Who knew a runaway list could lead to such an interesting day?” Chike nodded, his expression turning a bit more serious. “You know, I don’t usually chase after flying pieces of paper. But something told me this one was worth it.” I felt a warmth rise in my cheeks and quickly busied myself with closing the trunk. “Well, if you ever need help with your shopping list or if you’re curious about that orange vase I’m around,” he said, handing me a business card. I glanced at the card: Chike Okoye - Artist & Illustrator. “Thanks,” I said, tucking the card into my bag. “I’ll think about it.” As I drove away, I couldn’t help but smile. The day hadn’t gone as planned, but maybe that wasn’t such a bad at all.
