10am at the supermarket

Chapter one

"You should want a bad bitch like this/Drop it low and pick it up just like this...I'm so fancy/Can't you taste this gold?/Remember my name" the clock sang to wake Amber up. She put her shiny white blanket off, embracing her boobs and went out the bed.

The "Fancy" by Iggy Azalea was still playing whilst Amber choose a black bralette, distressed jeans and her ex's bomber jacket she'd never given him back.

She went off to the kitchen. "Want bananas for breakfast? Because damn - we have none! "
Elvis, her Pug looked disappointed. "I'll get you some. Just keep the house free of any motherfuckers..." she bound her hair in a messy bun together and made her way out to the supermarket.

"Ey guy" she tapped on a seller's shoulder after she'd taken off her sunglasses. He was standing in front of a shelf, taking notes and looking very concentrated. Amber didn't care about that and tapped again. "Boy, can't you hear me?!" The man turned around and looked into her eyes.

"oh my...YOU" Amber was too surprised so she forgot what she wanted to ask (where the bananas were). The guy standing in front of her was no one else than her ex- boyfriend.

He had totally changed: The brown hair he once had was bleached to a pale platinum blonde and there were tattoos around his beautiful neck. But there were also parts of him she knew too well, parts that were still the same: The soft lips she'd always kissed, the green and golden eyes he used to look in her soul with... and the hands...god, those beautiful hands, the way he touched her...she got goosebumps as she stood there, eye in eye with the only man she ever really loved. "Amber?" Amber shivered when she realized that it wasn't the time to say "Yas Andrewww" and lick her lips... After a time of about 13 months they met in a supermarket, Amber still wearing his bomberjacket, holding her sunglasses and a 10- dollar bill. "So, umm I guess I need some bananas...?!"

Silence, no words at all.
Amber waited for an answer whilst her breathe slowed down. She still couldn't believe who was standing in front of her, that she had once shared her dreams, wishes, fears and thoughts with this young man, and that noone else had ever touched her like he did...

"We don't have bananas anymore. You can come and get some tomorrow at about 10 am, they'll be fresh then..."
Had he forgotten who she was? Not even the shortest word about what had happened?!?!
"Oh it's okay, I'll see if I can find something else. Bye then," Amber took a look down at the Tag on his shirt, "...Mr. Kaminsky"

Amber didn't wait for a reply, she just turned around and scrolled through the contacts in her phone ya she went outside. She wouldn't find 'something else' and she wouldn't visit that market ANYMORE, even though she had to drive 2 km for the next one, for sure.