Take out troubles (Gidd/Isabella)

Isabella shoved the last spoonful into her mouth as the other spoke. "I'll admit,  I didn't find that same positivity from all of that when I was down on the ground, but I realized it had worked out when I submitted my hours for the week. I suppose... It just helps to try and find some positive spin to things."  The last few words sounded... fairly forced, as the woman almost absentmindedly  slowly rotated the now empty spoon in her hand.

But then, what the other would say next surprised her. She would look at him for a bit, before leaning over slightly to place the spoon back into the bowl, before picking up her own, still wrapped, fortune cookie. "That..." She began, a measure of uncertainty in her voice. "Depends a lot on what definition of "put in charge of of" you mean. Are we talking... What story I'd like to cover, or..." She was in the process of unwrapping her cookie. "What kind of story I'd want to lead a team into covering?"

"Yeah. To the former I mean." Gidd took a piece of the fortune cookie and ate it before continuing. "I remember you said you cover life style articles for the most part, but if you weren't constricted by that and could cover anything, what would it be? Or would you stick to life sty-" Gidd cut himself off as his eyes focused on a clock hanging on the wall. He swore at himself in his head as he suddenly remembered he was in charge of the various chores around the house today and at this rate he wouldn't be done until nightfall.

"Ah darn. I wasn't keeping track of time. I have some business to take care of soon." He got up with the remains of his fortune cookie in hand. "Sorry to have to cut this short, but it was nice meeting you Miss...." it then also occurred to him that he never got her name nor did he ever give out his. "Ah, well this is embarrassing, I seem to have forgotten my manners. My name is Gideon, 'Gidd' for short." He extended his free hand for a hand shake.

Well, at least the answer was of the... easier variety. But she was still unsure of what to say to it. There was a moment of silence from her, but thankfully she didn't even need to come back with an answer, not immediately anyways. As the boy got up, introducing himself and offering a hand for a handshake. Gidd, or rather, Gideon. A curious boy.

Her right hand reached out accept the handshake. "I'm Isabella. Pleased to make your acquintance. That done, she too, would begin to stand. "But I believe I too should be taking my leave as well. She grabs her partially-wrapped fortune cookie from the table. "But it was nice talking to you."

After shaking hands with the woman, who Gidd now knew was named Isabella, he grabbed his school bag from off the floor, preparing himself to leave. "Isabella... I'll be sure to remember that. And it was nice talking to you too! Have a nice day!" He then hurriedly made his way for the door, in a slight rush to get home.

Once he was a good distance down the street, he remembered that he still had half a fortune cookie left in his hand and decided to finish it, munching down on the last bits of the dry dessert. Now with only the paper fortune left, he turned it around just to see what it had in store for him this time. It read: A chance meeting opens new doors to success and friendship

"Huh.... Oddly appropriate..." Gidd commented, before pocketing the fortune and continuing along his way.

"You have a nice day as well." The blonde would say as the young man takes his leave, waving a bit after him with one hand while the other still held onto her half-wrapped cookie. Once he was no longer in view, she went to extract the cookie from its plastic wrapper, only to feel a familiar rumbling in her pocket. And just like that, her expression soured. Great.

The hand in which she held her cookie rose over her bowl, before she jabbed her thumb into the fold of the cookie, a moment of clenching her fingers prying and cracking the cookie in two. One half of the cookie feel into the bowl, while the other, the one with the fortune slip still in it, left in her hand. Isabella. stared at the cookie, her face tarnished with a look frustration as she stood up. Her other hand pulled free the little paper, before she took a small bite out of the cookie, dropping the rest into the bowl as well.

As she walked out, the woman would fold open the small piece of paper. Judge each day not by the harvest you reap but by the seeds you plant. The sides of her mouth crept up a little at this.