Her date

it appeared the next potential customer, the one she was now going to try and tempt to make a complete mess of her was the last guy she wanted to let see her like this, the person she was supposed to be happily walking around this fair and seasonal market with, her date...

He smiled as he approached the booth, currently absent of any other customers. “So this is where you've been hiding. When you said you had to help out at a booth I figured you would've been at the cat cafe or something similar but to see you here, like this..” he trailed off taking in her current state. Cream, custard, chocolate, a couple of shades of gunge splattering her hair and face, but her blue eyes were thankfully cleaned – the one concession the helpers allowed. Her dress showed signs of the mess as well, with some having been poured both over and under it, and her expression was hard to read with so many emotions currently running through her.

“Do you need a hand? I mean I was thinking of getting of splashing out on a nice meal for us tonight, but you seem to be set for food so I have a little money to spare. Is there anything in particular you'd like?”

Oh god, thought Katherine, how could he ask that, how should, could she react? She was also supposed to start upselling her customers, encourage them to want to spend more. “Erm, well..” she uttered, desperately trying to buy some time to think. As she did he slowly walked around her as if he was inspecting her, running a hand through her hair, stroking her back before going over to the tables and inspecting what he might possibly use.

“well you could always cream my face” Katherine uttered before immediately blushing “erm, I mean, oh god I mean you could pie me , step right up and just er p-place it in my face, it'll make sure I get messy instead of risking missing with a throw..”

“I suppose I could do that..” he said, the lack of interest clear in his voice.

“How about a bucket? Y-you could pick a nice colour and decide where to pour it. Down my dress hasn't been done much yet..o-or over my head, th-that's been popular so far.” as she continued suggesting things confidence began to return to her voice “or you could select a few pies and sandwich my head and give me a hat to wear” she was now looking, as much as she could, in his direction, hopeful for his approval, wanting to say something that caught his interest.

“hmm, some good ideas, I think you've sold me” and he walked over to the assistant and handed her £30, selecting 4 buckets and 5 walk-up pies. He slowly placed the buckets in front of her having selected chocolate and vanilla pudding, as well as purple and blue gunge, taking more pleasure than he might've thought when he saw her gulp in nervous anticipation. “right, shall we begin?”