A moment later, the door opened. Juniper was a little forceful with it, needing it to stay open long enough for her to wheel her bike through while her other hand was occupied with groceries. She'd finished her last courier job early enough to stop by the store for snacks, and so, as she rolled through, she announced triumphantly, “Spicy Cheetos were on sale!”
And she did, in fact, have several bags of them, bumping against her hip as she propped her bike in the front hallway. They had a wall-mounted bike rack to save room, but she didn't yet lift hers onto it, meaning to pass into the kitchen to put the goodies away.
That was when she spotted Billy in the living room with a jar of colorful sand, and she paused, clearly perplexed. “The beach is like... right down the road,” she said with a confused little snicker. Realistically, it was at least thirty minutes away by car, but they were a port city despite all the traffic.
And she did, in fact, have several bags of them, bumping against her hip as she propped her bike in the front hallway. They had a wall-mounted bike rack to save room, but she didn't yet lift hers onto it, meaning to pass into the kitchen to put the goodies away.
That was when she spotted Billy in the living room with a jar of colorful sand, and she paused, clearly perplexed. “The beach is like... right down the road,” she said with a confused little snicker. Realistically, it was at least thirty minutes away by car, but they were a port city despite all the traffic.