Loup Soup (9) & (10)

   
   "Loup Soup (9) & (10)"
    
   As the snow had experienced a deliquesce, it allowed for motorcycle travel on the asphalt; moreover, the work day at the comic shop had culminated, Buster allowing Jasper to leave first, saying he would lock up since the dude with the cat had sold a vintage Flash comic, influencing the customer with suavity and cool composure, which transcends confidence--a flaw of most salesmen.
   So, Jasper cranked the Ninja 300 to a rumbling-life; next, he darted towards the nearby gas station, grabbing some albacore and spicy mustard for Boxer and him, making his way to the dirty-blonde beauty from Toulon.
  
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   Jasper had always kept to himself concerning the ladies; however, he decided to introduce himself to the lovely lady from Toulon, officially, by offering his name.  And when she spoke--her accent was always flawless--very potent English.  They stood apart from each other at check-out, him somewhat nervous, running a hand over his buzzed hair, but keeping his gray eyes open and focused.

JASPER
By the way--my name is Jasper.  I have a cat.  He likes albacore tuna and mustard--so do I.  What's your name?  How freaky am I?--he thought.

ALICIA
You're funny.  My name is Alicia.  I'm so glad you asked, and thank you for always tasting my pastries.  I have some more for you to take home.  And I'm a dog person, but cats can be cool.

JASPER
Well, it's nice that we officially know each other--kinda/sorta.

ALICIA
Friends are nice--if they're nice, and not out to get you.

JASPER
Tell me about it.

ALICIA
So, I think we should be friends.

   Jasper and Alicia shared a smile with simple synergy.