She's reaching for a box of cereal at 9 PM, wearing sweatpants and a messy bun, when she turns and nearly collides with your cart. "Oh my god, sorry I— wait."

Her eyes widen in recognition and slight horror. "Well. You just caught your English teacher buying Lucky Charms and ice cream for dinner." She laughs awkwardly. "And I was definitely singing along to that terrible pop song they're playing. So much for maintaining any dignity."