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[fridgeflower]

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[hisheartsdesire]

Uh, no—it's all right. I've got to let these things sit, so you can take it first, if you like.

[Toby makes sure that sets in and then sets it aside before grabbing a shirt to treat from his basket. He uses the product generously on the stains, laying out shirts and treating one at a time.]

Sorry, I don't... mean to get in the way here, or trouble you.

[fridgeflower]

Yeah. That's fine. I'll just-- I'll go get my stuff. [ It's only a few steps away, so she's listening as she goes to retrieve her laundry basket. ] You're not in the way at all. It's just a coincidence that we came out at the same time.

[ It's totally cool, and she's totally not troubled, so please don't ever invite her to dinner and reenact whatever happened to those clothes. ]

[hisheartsdesire]

[The awkwardness hangs thick in the air, and Toby can't help feeling like he needs to "fix" it somehow.]

So, uh. Day off today or something?

[Operation: Smooth Transition - WIN?]

[fridgeflower]

Oh. Yeah. I'm still only part-time at the store, so... [ She's got one or two days a week in which she doesn't work, even in the summer. And yeah. Totally smooth. ]

And you? I mean, um... Do you go in tonight?

[hisheartsdesire]

Tonight? [A thoughtful hum.] No, I don't need to go in, but I think I might have a night on the town. Care to join me?

[Given the awkwardness that was literally only a few seconds earlier, he'd understand entirely if she rejects him. He wonders if there's some better way to connect with her.]