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Wood'sLittleFlower 
Meh. Why did dogs have to eat so much food? There were plenty of things he could feed the dog, but it wasn't really smart to give human food to ANY animal.
Nevertheless, Emery made his way through crowds of people after work had finished and his day was over. Weaving his way inconspicuously through the crowd, Rhodey kept a rather low profile as he was so use to doing. Although, on occasion he would have swore that someone was following him. But hey- that's part of the downside of having the job that he did. It made him overly paranoid all of the time.
He ran a finger through his blond hair before turning around just to make sure that there really was no one there. Sure, people glanced at him as he did, but no one looked.. out of place. So, the man continued on, eventually arriving at some sort of convenience store that he barely ever visited.
Entering the store, the man held his head high and glanced around the small room before deciding it was safe enough to move forward. He moved toward the dog food isle, quickly finding the cheapest brand he could and decided it wouldn't quite hurt to get a few treats for the german shorthaired pointer.
But of course, he refused to leave without getting himself a little something. So, the man headed towards fridge isle, quickly finding the row of snapples. As he opened up the door and reached in for a lemon flavored one, his eyes wandered towards a girl standing just a little ways away. She.. didn't appear to be happy. Not one bit.
"Uh.. Miss?" he called out to her, "Everything alright?" the Australian inquired curiously.
Snapping her head up at the sound of a man's voice, Alyss rolled her dark brown eyes at him and responded testily,
"Um, aside from the fact that this is a rubbish shop and it means my dog wont be able to have milk with his food, no." Ehehe. Great Danes. Looking back toward the shelf however, she stared solidly at the blue topped milk, desperately trying to make it into a yellow-y-er shade, and dropped her hands into the pockets of her skirt.
Waaait a second. He'd asked her if she was alright... Narrowing her eyes, and without looking at him, she ran a - now free of her pocket - finger over the lid of one of the milkshakes next to her and asked slowly and carefully,
"You don't happen to work for them do you?" Hopefully the guy would get her meaning and realise she was talking about the shop... Though if he worked for the ministry too, that'd be pretty cool. Friends were always good. .....
Wat? And there was the first sign of madness. But seriously, she did
need to make some friends around the ministry. Bumping into Edilson all the time wasn't the best habit to be keeping up with.
Giving the man a sideways glance, she bit her bottom lip. Now the question was out of her mouth, she KNEW that he didn't work for the shop. He had dog treats in his hand and
was far too good looking to work in a small, scabby place like this was getting something out of the fridge. But dog treats. WHAT IF HE HAD A DOG?! OMG SHE COULD HAVE A DOG WALKING PARTNER. Contrary to the wild thoughts leaping around her head, she nodded toward the packt in his hand and asked in a voice which she hoped desperately was nonchalant,
"What breed do you own?" Open question. Once again. Could be taken ANY WAY. Geez. Way to go for being socially apt.