An impeccably dressed young woman with pale blond hair stands in line at a grocery store just down the street from the new apartment that she has just begun renting with her adopted sister. She taps her left foot somewhat impatiently, only holding a basket that is filled with several of the foods which she knows that Ainsley likes. After all, she figures that the girl may not have eaten yet, and doesn't want her to starve while they finish up moving in and such. Some of the furniture has already been moved in, thanks to the help of a young man who lives next door to them, but there remain a few things to be dealt with- mainly little stuff, like decorations and other touches to be added that will make it seem a bit more. . .lived in. Part of perfection is making things less intimidating, in the eyes of Cynthia, who has always striven for that goal which is impossible to attain; perfection, that is. It is that quest that has led to so many of her insecurities and neglect to always take proper care of herself- that led her to anorexia twice, and has prompted her to get very little sleep, spending most of her time either studying or working at one of the clothing stores at the mall. The latter pastime being another motivation for her to dress well, because it is expected of the employees. Cynthia brushes a strand of hair out of her face before glancing over at the soda in the cooler that can be found in every other aisle. She grabs a Dr. Pepper for herself, the beverage being one of her minor addictions. The basket already contains hot chocolate mix for Ainsley, so she doesn't purchase a soda for the young woman.
Approximately ten minutes later, she has gone through the aisle and begun walking down the sidewalk back to the apartment, key safely nestled in the gray purse that rests at her hip. She has a car, a second-hand gray Prius, but prefers not to use it if it isn't necessary- the short walk hardly called for starting the vehicle up, after all. Besides, it is so lovely out, the brisk weather of autumn settling nicely over the city, especially this area of it, and the skies are lovely, clear and a crisp color of blue. If she had to name a perfect day, this would be it. The very thing gives her a bit of a smile, which increases slightly when she catches Ainsley asleep on the porch, unable to get in because Cynthia still has both keys. However, the smile is quick to fade slightly when she catches herself thinking about her flatmate, And Sister she reminds herself, in a way that is more than just platonic. Gently, the young woman nudges Ainsley with her knee, one hand holding the groceries and the other unlocking the front door. "I've already eaten," lie number one, "but I bought you some food, because I wasn't sure if you had."