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Laora parked in front of the supermarket, at least thirty cars away from the doors. The place was packed, everyone undoubtedly preparing for a delightfully hot and rain-free weekend at their cottages. She couldn't wait to lounge by Lilith's pool and the ocean for a full week before they had to return to the dance company to begin working on their next production. Laora was going to soak up as much relaxation as humanly possible before returning to their strenuous lifestyle of practice, practice, practice.
She pushed away all thoughts of their impending rigorous routine, and grabbed a metal basket from the pile, weaving through the masses of shoppers. Thankfully, she wouldn't be here for long-- Lilith had specifically told her that her stepfather would be fully equipped on the food front. Still, Laora hated coming empty-handed, and wanted to pick up at least a few goodies for her and Lilith to indulge in later. She perused her options, finding her and Lilith's favorite chocolate chip cookies and dropping the box into her basket, excited at the prospect of consuming those delicious calories, a rare occurrence for a ballet dancer.
Laora turned to the shelves in back of her, and found herself eyeing the perfectly shaped derrière of a tall, dark-haired man, who seemed to be deliberating between two different types of Tostitos. She must have been burning his fitted jeans with her gaze, because he turned around to see her watching him, his dark eyes curious.
She was momentarily thrown by his wide smile and expression of amusement. He was older than her, sure, by maybe fifteen years, but he was seriously fit, and held himself with confidence and raw virility. Laora couldn't remember the last man who had looked at her so ravenously. Then again, the only men she interacted with were either dancers or choreographers. Her dance company was the worst place to meet men. Laora was more than ready to break her dry spell.
She smiled back, deciding a mild flirtation wouldn't do any harm. "I'd go with the round Tostitos," she commented, gesturing at the bags in his hands.
He grinned. "Thanks," he said, setting them into his cart and re-shelving the multigrain chips, "It's hard to know what's good when there are a dozen to choose from."
She watched him take in her long legs, bare but for her miniscule jean shorts, her loose-fitting tank top and her small, bra-free breasts. She felt a bit flushed, unable to prohibit her eyes from roving over his physique. Despite the heat, he wore a button-down, long-sleeved shirt rolled up to his elbows, revealing tanned and shapely forearms sprinkled with the perfect amount of dark hair. His masculine look was completed with an expensive-looking watch wrapped around his wrist, but Laora noticed the lack of any other remarkable jewelry. He had a confident stance without any air of conceit. She wondered what he did for a living.
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