CHEDDAR AND SPICE FLAVORED WHIP CREAM! the flashy purple and orange can declared. GREAT WITH ICE CREAM, PIZZA AND CAKE!

The man pushed the glasses farther up the bridge of his nose. "People'll make anything for money... Honestly, who would eat that?"

Suddenly, the image of someone who would eat that kinda stuff and happily declare it was the "best stuff ever made" popped into his mind. True, he hadn't seen her since the Winter War, and last he heard she was with that stupid Substitute Shinigami, Kurosaki.

The man's eyes narrowed as he replaced the can back to its self. Kurosaki. Granted, they both had some sort of unspoken agreement not to be enemies anymore, but the fact of her love for the orange-haired punk had made the last few trips to see them a bit tense. He'd left this town mostly because he couldn't particularly stand the sight of them together. Honestly, why didn't you just take Kuchiki-san?

Lost in his thoughts, he didn't realized until her crashed headlong in the very subject of his thought.

"Owie~" a female voice cried out.

Picking himself up hurridly, her helped the woman up. "I'm so sorry, Miss! I wasn't looking where..." He trailed off, mouth open in wonder of the lady in front of him.

A beautiful woman with long, caramel-colored hair held back with blue snowflake-shaped hairpins stared back with bright grey eyes and a smile. "Ishida-kun!" She yelled happily, throwing the latter in a tight hug. "I haven't seen you in forever!"

Half glad of seeing her, and half-scared of being choked to death, Ishida awkwardly hugged her back. "H-Hello, Inoue-san."

Relinquishing her hold on her old friend, she smiled broadly and asked, "How are you, Ishida-kun?"

Ishida fixed his glasses and replied, "I've been fine. How about you, Inoue?"

Her cheeks turned a light shade of pink. "Really, really good!"

Ishida grinned a bit. "I'm happy to hear that."

Inoue's cheeks turned a bit redder and she looked at the floor. "Oh!"

Ishida looked down to see their groceries littering the area around their feet. Apparently when they crashed, their food went flying too.

Ishida bend down to help Inoue retrieve her packages, as well as his. Once the food was gathered, he remarked upon the amount of food she was buying.

"That's a lot of food for just two people. Are you buying for the month?"

Inoue looked suprised. "You didn't get the message?"

He raised an eyebrow. "What message?"

"The party tonight!" Inoue cried out with enthusiamism, nearly scaring Ishida into dropping his food again. "I'm inviting all our friends!"

"Who's going?" Ishida asked cautiously.

Inoue began counting the list off with her fingers. "Kuchiki-san, Sado-kun, Renji-kun, Urahara-san, Yoruichi-san, Rangiku-san, Mizuiro, Keigo, Chizuru-chan, and Tatsuki!"

"What's the party for?" He asked.

She smiled and said, "You'll find out at the party!"

"...."

"It's at 6:00 today, at Kurosaki-kun's house."

"Um, alright."

With a cheery wave, she paid for the food and left.

Ishida suddenly felt lucky he had bumped into the girl of his dreams. But, as he soon found out, luck wasn't always his friend.