Wait... could it be? Emily's heart felt as though it was pound out of her chest as he tentatively felt her other ear. Yep. Definitely a slight point to that one. She could hardly contain her excitement as she excused herself to use the bathroom. Something that would have seemed a bit incongruous to her friend - if she wasn't too busy being bewitched by the sight and scent of the array of meats before her.
Emily entered the market's bathroom which was luckily empty and promptly went to the mirror to begin inspection. The slight points which her fingers had detected was even more glorious to behold with her eyes. Though it was faint, it was undeniable. And proof.
Face check: Still the same face that always started back at her. Only thing new there was the hopeful expression rather than the usual face of resignation.
Mouth check: Hmm, teeth still seem the same. Boring.
Finger check: Same there too. How disappointing. Oh well, all in good time if her increasingly feral roommate was any indication of precendent.
Just then, the slight itch underneath her jeans, which she had completely forgotten about from before, returned with a vengeance. She quickly yanked up a pant leg above her sock to begin scratching and was shocked. Even though she should have been prepared for this, having seen the state of Cara's legs, it was a wholly other thing to have it herself. It would normally take a week of letting herself go before the red-head would have any noticeable stubble. But now... she looked like she'd gone a month. The red-stubbled counterpart to her roommate's legs. The only thing preventing Emily from retreating to the nearest stall to investigate more fully was that she did not want to leave Cara alone for long.
With that, Emily rejoined her friend exactly where she had left her transfixed at the meat counter. This time the smell hit her like a ton of bricks and she could have sworn she felt her nose twitch slightly in response. "Find anything good?" She asked as she felt her mouth water.
"I don't know, it all looks so good!" Cara exclaimed, as she snapped out of it, wiping a bit of errant drool from the corner of her mouth with a faintly sharp-nailed hand that seemed to have a slight bit more hair on it than Emily could recall. Could be the lighting though, as Emily honestly never really made a habit of inspecting her friend's hands.
"I know what you mean. This was a great idea for dinner. Let's get two each, whaddya say?"
"Fine by me!"
And with that Cara grabbed up four of the heartiest cuts of meat and began almost sprinting to the checkout with the stack of plastic-wrapped trays. Her bee-line was interrupted though by a cramp in her foot which caused her to stumble a bit a drop the top package.
"Oh crap!"
"You ok?"
"Mm-hmm, yeah. Just excited to get home and eat I guess. Clumsy me!" she giggled.
As Cara bent down to pick up the fallen package, her jacket and jeans parted just enough to reveal a small patch of dark fuzz in the middle of her lower back. She would have been mortified had she known what she had just exposed to the world. Yet fortunately, Emily had been the only one to see. And after gawking in excited amazement for as long as she dared without being caught, quickly turned and pretended to have been staring at the nearest bag of chips. Being half Italian, Cara always had a bit more body hair than most girls, which she took great pains to hide. But Emily definitely would have noticed THAT.
Emily then paid for the meat, thereby preventing Cara from noticing her hands. And both made it to the car without further incident. This time on the drive home, both girls were fidgeting in their seats. One rubbing at her thigh knowingly. The other scratching with slightly confused irritation in the darkened car as her sharper nails every once in a while caught on her jeans.
"I don't know what I want to do first when we get home: shave these nasty legs or eat those steaks." Cara pondered aloud. "And hey, what do you want to do after we eat? Hit the club maybe? I have so much energy today for some reason!"
No matter what, this is going to be an interesting night, Emily thought to herself as she absently rubbed her pointed ear between her own now unruly-nailed thumb and forefinger.