Although she was under instructions not to be over an hour shopping for football boots, Aoife Barker wasn't one who could cram down shopping into a short space of time. Her hands, clutched around several bags, hung loosely by her side as she gazed into a shop window. Well, this wasn't really shopping, exactly. It was a television shop. And it happened to be projecting the Milano - Napoli football match - happening live in Milan. Gazing mindlessly at the screen, she stepped backwards, bumping into someone.

OOC: EDYTH!

"Oof."

That happened to be the first thing coming out of Edyth's mouth when a girl bumped into her. Edyth, being much shorter than her age permitted, stumbled back, trying not to fall. The blonde's green eyes widened, blinking and trying to understand what had just happened. Apperantly, the girl in front of her had not seen her. Edyth could understand that, but the shock still, naturally, came. She finally righted herself, trying to make out some words.

"Err.."

That really seemed to be the only thing she could say at a time like this. It wasn't everyday somebody backwards-stepped on you. She was going to apologize for being in the way - she was always naturally polite - but the English language was all jumbled up in her brain, and they all seemed to make only African or such words. Edyth was sure the girl would not understand African, especially seeing as Edyth didn't seem to understand African either.

Suddenly registering that she had just stepped on someone, Aoife's eyes reluctantly looked away from the screen, and to the girl she had bumped into.
"Oh, I'm sorry..." she muttered distracted, trying to watch the TV screen at the same time.

Eyes can't look seperate ways. Here's a note Aoife. Edyth's eyebrows furrowed slightly, as her brain pulled out a few letters from the alphabet. Well, now she could say something. "Err, uhm, yeah it's.. alright, I guess.." She fumbled a bit with the language still, but it worked. Why wasn't her brain working?

Faintly hearing the roaring of the crowd through the glass, Aoife's attention was directed away from the girl, and back to the screen. "Aaargh!" she moaned, seeing that Milan had scored - now leading 2-1.

Edyth glanced at the TV. She wasn't really a fan of sports, much less football. So the only thing she could assume from what Aoife seemed to.. growl, was that her team was losing. Hey, give Edyth dance, or an intrument, any day. Volleyball or even tennis could live too, but she was far from being a sporty girl. She was tomboy-ish, sure, but that was in a sense of how she acted and dressed. Definately not sports.

ooc: omgg! i think i have a lil plot for these two. it wont change anything in ally's, and it could be interesting. pm me if you wanna know.