Yearning

Ch. 4 - Coffee Crumble

We strolled our way to a nearby parking lot area not far away from the event venue. Henry said he parked his car around here this early morning before going on his way to the event venue to meet us. So he owns a car, eh? As we tried to find his car, I noticed that even at this kind of hour. There are still lots of cars that being park there. I am following Senior Ben & Henry from behind as they're conversing with each other to a what topic I am not aware of, might I add. Then out of the blue, Senior Ben whistled and ran to a red Honda CR-V model car. "It's been a while, buddy," he said with a grin—as if it would reply if he treats it like a person. Henry chuckled and followed suit, so did I. Henry opened the driver's door with his key and helped himself inside. Senior Ben did the same thing and went inside the car besides Henry, leaving me behind outside: clueless and don't know what to do. They both looked at me with perplexed expressions on their faces, waiting for me to go inside.

"Er, should I go inside too?" I jested even though I already knew the answer while fidgeting slightly. 

"10 bucks for a fare trip, Mister!" Henry said from the driver's seat as he fastened himself with the car's seat belt.

Senior Ben jabbed Henry lightly on the chest and motioned me to come inside already with a smile on his face. "Don't mind him and get inside at the back, Kyle."

I let myself inside Henry's car and settled myself at the back when Henry started to drive his car at a slow and gentle pace. We're heading our way along the busy early night street of E. Wisconsin Avenue until we passed four street blocks before we arrived at N. Van Buren Street. Then made our way up north towards a shopping store called Metro Market, which is between E. State Street and E. Juneau Avenue. Henry stopped the car at a nearby parking lot then we went off outside. As we entered the premises, it feels like we were in battle mode: that we're going to buy the whole damn thing inside the market. Cause these two guys beside me are dazzling in bright light as they took their shopping basket. 

Senior Ben apologized to both of us, he said he wanted to cook dinner for us when we arrive at his apartment, but it's too late to do that now; we decided to do some groceries instead. Henry and I, both fine with it, replied that he shouldn't trouble himself, though the thought of Senior Ben cooking with a cute apron tied up on his waist, singing a jolly song with his usual sunshine expression on his face—that might be a nice scene to behold. Preoccupied with my thoughts, I was startled when Senior Ben suddenly suggested that we should split each up and went on our own to buy things that we need. With no violent reaction to his suggestion, we walked away from each other casually.

I decided to hit up the bread section and pick a couple of bagels and loaves of bread for our breakfast tomorrow morning since I'm already here. Then I went to chips corner after—not being biased here, but I went straight ahead in front of Lay's Potato chips, as I saw the various flavor of the snack in front of me. I am, once again, in a life-or-death dilemma whenever trying to choose what flavor I should pick this time. Contemplating between Cheddar & Sour Cream flavor or Sour Cream & Onion flavor, I remembered that Al and I ate Sour Cream & Onion last time, so I grab the latter and put two chips in my basket. I'm sure Al's going to be frantic later with happiness when I get home—that boy rarely smiles since his face is always in a stoic mode, but for me, he's like a tsundere, I think, and utterly sucks at showing his emotions.

After that, I went to the ice cream section and grabbed three tubs of chocolate ice cream, when I suddenly remembered that Senior Ben doesn't like sweet food at all. Then Henry came to my mind, how about him? Does he like ice cream? If yes, what flavor? I was about to grab another for him when I also remembered what happened back then between us. The disgusting thing that he did to that poor ice cream sandwiches. Fueled with anger towards him, I only picked one tub for me and stormed off on my way, this time to the beverages section.