Working on something new...

Here is a short scene:

She needs to pick up a few things at the grocery. Just a few things, no need to write a list. "Eggs and wine." Who buys just eggs and wine, or wine and eggs? She picks up her step as she rounds around a big suburban whose driver only at last minute decided yield on the cross walk. She adverts eye contact immediately as the man rolls down his window and calls out a "hello beautiful." The blast of cold air created an obvious transition between the muggy heat of the day to the artificially lit air conditioned store. Of course she entered on the wrong side of the store, thereby guaranteeing that she would have to walk the entire width to get her eggs and wine. She considers grabbing a few other items to change appearances. But then she wonders who she is keeping up appearances for. Its just the two of them, and she knows the teenagers at the check out really cares. She doubts anyone could suspect her of making meals of hard boiled eggs and a glass of vino in the morning.
When walking through the fresh produce, the smell of the nectarines on display grab her attention. Immediately she begins craving that first bite of the flowery and juicy yellow flesh. Summer reminders of reading in the garden and licking the nectarine juice as it runs down her arms. When walking towards the display, a man in chinos and a tie falls in step beside her. They reach the crates of fruit together, and he works to catch her eye. He keeps asking advice on how to detect the best picks. Again she quickly turns, grabbing a two nectarines and shrugging. Before she can get the bag tied closed, she is already an aisle away. She is careful to avoid overly smiling men.
Beer and eggs, or was it eggs and orange juice. No, wine and eggs. She nods her head in time to her new mantra: wine and eggs. She delicately places a dozen eggs in her basket. Carefully she makes her way through aisles filled with family. Her mantra is interrupted each time she stops to smile and wave at children clutching mother's legs, squealing in carts, throwing a tantrum, or grabbing sugar packed cereal and placing it in the cart while their mothers consult boxes of organic vegan rolled oats.
Wine and eggs, that is her life. She has time to create elaborate dinners involving exotic ingredients. She also has the time to spend an hour online researching the perfect wine to go with her two hour to prepare meal. She should be happy, and she is. Her thoughts are stopped there as she passes a display of pasta. The wine would make a great sauce, and she would only drink a glass of it tonight. He won't drink any. In fact the bottle will probably sit in the fridge for a week. She is so careful to control her drinking this year. After placing a box of rigatoni in the basket, she instantly regrets it. She should have brought a list because now her mind can't recall what she came for. She passes the liquor section on her way to the check out. Wine! She turns quickly, much to the surprise of the woman behind her. She walks the aisles past the reds, and the chardonnays. As she strolls the aisle, a man joins her. She stands in front of a shelf and is about to grab the last bottle of a moderately priced bottle when with a quick "excuse me" the man reaches around her and grabs it. Astounded, she grabs another bottle and quickly goes through the check out aisle.

Not Done Yet.