Aisle Two, Contentment
Katrani’s commission this monthw as “Emily and Tracer go grocery shopping” I hope this fits the bill! Special thanks to Cass and Jet for checking this for me.
Joy was found in the strangest places, Emily had observed. She had searched for it in college and in her job, and sometimes even found it, for a time, in the smiles of her students and the pictures they drew her, the way they called her Miss Emily. She had not found it as often in the strange uneasiness of the gay bar, where she was barely brave enough to accept a dance, much less approach a girl. She had mostly found disappointment online, but she had comforted herself that most people did the same.
And right now, she was finding a particular spot of playful joy in a grocery store.
“Would it not make more sense, m’love, if we went round the shop in an orderly fashion?” She called down the aisle.
Before it came out of her mouth, Emily knew that there was a certain foolishness to what she had said, imagining that Tracer could ever do anything in any sort of order unless forced by life, the job, or, perhaps, Pharah.