Emily’s POV
Why do they make you pick between sharp or easy to use when buying a razor? Why not both? I
throw both in my basket, unable to make a decision. Whatever one I don’t like Renee can have
the other.
Who knows how long she’ll stay.
The market is busy for a Friday afternoon, but I guess everyone is out shopping for their
weekend nights. I stroll up and down the aisle, mindlessly making notes of the things I know I
need and other things that I want that could be considered needs.
Like this face mask. My skin has been rather dry with the cold nights as of recently. Thirty-five
dollars? How can I reason with myself to get this.
“Emily?” Someone asks. I freeze. I know that voice. I turn around, dropping the face mask on
my basket. Game-time decision.
“Eric,” I greet, flicker
