[ Jupe—still bundled up but foregoing his scarf for the walk from the parking lot to the grocery store's front door—is wandering the aisles with a studious air, store-issue basket in hand. He thinks nothing of Numbers when he first passes him, but once he's been disappointed by the store's selection of oranges and stocked up on canned soup, he heads to pick up some pot pies and finds the man...
...staring blankly at TV dinners. Jupe continues down the aisle, closer and closer, his glances at the other man increasingly frequent, but he doesn't abandon the pretense of shopping until he's just on the verge of the guy's personal space. ] Hey. [ He says in an undertone, unconsciously leaning to follow the man's empty gaze. He doesn't touch him; that seems like it'd be asking for trouble. A little louder, cracking a smile: ] I know this is the frozen section, but, uh—I think they mean the food.
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...staring blankly at TV dinners. Jupe continues down the aisle, closer and closer, his glances at the other man increasingly frequent, but he doesn't abandon the pretense of shopping until he's just on the verge of the guy's personal space. ] Hey. [ He says in an undertone, unconsciously leaning to follow the man's empty gaze. He doesn't touch him; that seems like it'd be asking for trouble. A little louder, cracking a smile: ] I know this is the frozen section, but, uh—I think they mean the food.