They got to the market and Petra pulled a folded list out of her pocket. "Hm... okay. I need oranges."
She nudged him playfully. "Shut up. It's not even..." She glanced at the list and flushed slightly before quickly folding it up.
She sighed, shaking her head. "You barely know me, Gabe. Just because you know my drink habits, doesn't mean you're my best friend or something."
She glared at him. "Plenty. I just don't get the time to talk to them a lot. Not everyone lives in a place full of people with common interests, Gabe."
"Of course you did, a fact that would ordinarily annoy me if it wasn't for the fact that you called me your friend."
