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Oliver glanced at his watch. There were ten minutes left until the supermarket closed and he was rushing round, quickly dropping things he needed for the weekend into his trolley. He hadn’t been in his own flat long and now his mother had invited herself for dinner the following day. He really wanted to impress her with his ability to cope on his own, but he knew that the usual critical comments would soon appear if everything wasn’t perfect. He hoped that the three days he’d spent cleaning the place from top to bottom wouldn’t be wasted, and he’d even gone so far as painting the front door. His mother wouldn’t notice that, though, of course. What she would notice was the dust on top of the pictures, or the old sofa, or one of a thousand other things that Oliver had forgotten about. Still, he was determined to give her a good meal, and maybe that would put her in a slightly better mood than usual.

He checked his shopping list again and bent over to look through his trolley. He mentally ticked off the items and then realised that he still needed eggs. As he straightened up to set off towards the dairy section, there was an enormous collision, a clatter of tins and a loud shriek of pain. When Oliver had recovered his balance, he saw an attractive woman of about nineteen on her knees, putting tins and vegetables back into a handheld basket.

‘Why don’t you watch where you’re going?’ she snapped at him over her shoulder. ‘Some people just have no manners. Honestly … ‘

‘Er … sorry,’ stammered Oliver. ‘Let me help you.’ He began to pick tins up. ‘It really wasn’t my fault, though, you know. I was just … ‘The girl grabbed a tin of tuna from his hands.

‘Never mind,’ she said, her basket now full, and she strode off down the aisle without looking back. Oliver watched her go and sighed. He never seemed to have much luck with girls. Maybe that was just what he needed to show his mother how grown up he was. He turned back to his own trolley and began to push it. Maybe if she came to dinner and he introduced her to an intelligent, charming young woman then she would stop calling him every day to check he was okay. As Oliver thought about this possibility, something caught his eye and he stopped his trolley. There was a red leather purse on top of his shopping. It must have come out of the girl’s basket and landed in his trolley. Oliver quickly glanced around, looking for the girl. She wouldn’t be able to pay for her shopping. He picked up the purse, left his trolley and sprinted towards the line of checkouts.

When he got there, he scanned the lines of customers waiting to pay. There were about a dozen queues, but Oliver couldn’t see the girl in any of them. Thinking that she must still be shopping somewhere in the supermarket, Oliver turned to go and find her when he suddenly heard a familiar voice at the front of the queue next to him.

‘I’m sure I had it here a minute ago. I want to speak to the manager. I think it’s been stolen. It must be someone in this supermarket because I know … ‘

She stopped as she realised that Oliver was standing next to her, holding her purse out towards her.

‘Lost something?’ Oliver asked.

The girl smiled, then recognised Oliver and frowned, before her expression softened again and she took the purse with a faint smile on her lips.

‘Thanks,’ she said quietly.

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Oliver glanced at his watch. There were ten minutes left until the supermarket closed and he was rushing round, quickly dropping things he needed for the weekend into his trolley. He hadn’t been in his own flat long and now his mother had invited herself for dinner the following day. He really wanted to impress her with his ability to cope on his own, but he knew that the usual critical comments would soon appear if everything wasn’t perfect. He hoped that the three days he’d spent cleaning the place from top to bottom wouldn’t be wasted, and he’d even gone so far as painting the front door. His mother wouldn’t notice that, though, of course. What she would notice was the dust on top of the pictures, or the old sofa, or one of a thousand other things that Oliver had forgotten about. Still, he was determined to give her a good meal, and maybe that would put her in a slightly better mood than usual.He checked his shopping list again and bent over to look through his trolley. He mentally ticked off the items and then realised that he still needed eggs. As he straightened up to set off towards the dairy section, there was an enormous collision, a clatter of tins and a loud shriek of pain. When Oliver had recovered his balance, he saw an attractive woman of about nineteen on her knees, putting tins and vegetables back into a handheld basket.‘Why don’t you watch where you’re going?’ she snapped at him over her shoulder. ‘Some people just have no manners. Honestly … ‘'Er... Извините,' выдавил Oliver. «Позвольте мне помочь вам.» Он начал забрать банки. ' Это действительно не моя вина, хотя, вы знаете. Я был просто... «Девушка схватила банку тунца из его рук.«Ничего,» она говорит, ее корзина теперь полный, и она Строуд покинуть вниз по проходу не оглядываясь. Oliver смотрел ей вслед и вздохнул. Он никогда не казалось, чтобы иметь много удачи с девушками. Может быть, это было просто то, что ему необходимо показать его мать как вырос, он был. Он повернулся к его собственной тележки и начал толкать его. Может быть если она пришла на ужин, и он представил ее интеллигентая(ый), очаровательная молодая женщина затем она будет остановить назвав его каждый день, чтобы проверить, что он был в порядке. Как Oliver думал о такой возможности, что-то привлекло его внимание, и он перестал его тележки. Там был красный кожаный кошелек на вершине его покупки. Она должна выйти корзина девушка и приземлился в его тележки. Oliver быстро посмотрел вокруг, глядя для девочка. Она не будет в состоянии платить за ее покупки. Он взял кошелек, оставил его тележки и бросились к линии извлечений.Когда он получил там, он отсканировал линии клиентов, ожидающих платить. Там было около десятка очередей, но Oliver не мог видеть девушку в любой из них. Думая, что она должна все еще покупки где-то в супермаркете, Oliver превратили пойти и найти ее, когда он вдруг услышал знакомый голос в передней части очереди рядом с ним.«Я уверен, что я имел его здесь минуту назад. Я хочу поговорить с менеджером. Я думаю, что он был украден. Он должен быть кто-то в этом супермаркете, потому что я знаю... ‘Она остановилась, как она поняла, что Oliver стоял рядом с ней, проведение сумочке к ней.«Что-то потерял?» Oliver спросил.Девушка улыбнулась, затем признали Oliver и нахмурилась, прежде чем ее выражение смягченный снова и она взяла кошелек с слабый улыбкой на губах.«Спасибо,» она говорит тихо.