fit
You know what the perfect fix to feeling awkward and alone in your own apartment was? Plants that you will eventually end up killing. It actually probably should have been illegal for her to buy any of these. Was there such a thing as plant protective services? PPS.
Vegans.
For now, it seemed there weren't any in sight. Actually, no one in sight. Which was fine, she guessed. She wasn't in a hurry to get out of here, and she didn't want someone creepily watching her as she shopped. So Mikey was fine with the idea of eventually being tended to when she approached the register, figuring they had a camera or something for someone to see. Whatever, she was just glad she wasn't the girl who was busting in right now to be low-key obnoxious.
Like, okay, she wasn't here to ruin anyone's vibes, but it was kind of cringy. Like, obviously the employee was doing something important if they weren't up here. Why not just... browse until you saw someone? Yikes. Mikey, don't be such a dick.
Glancing away from a rack of climbing plants, she waited for a few beats to see if anyone immediately arrived.
"Uh. Think they're busy." She supplied helpfully.