Walking through the snack aisle with mikey trailing behind you and him consistently asking you to buy his favourite snacks, you can practically feel the pout on his face. Not surprised by his request, you gave him an apologetic ‘no mikey’. “Babe why?” He got closer to you, walking beside you now. “I don’t have enough money to buy snacks for you, I came with the exact amount I needed.” You gave him a light smile while intertwining your hands. “Wait… don’t you have money with you?” You glared at him, remembering earlier today he said he had a fair amount on hand.
He looked away pursing his lips. “Who said that?” He scanned over the numerous snacks on the shelves as a way to divert eye contact from you. “You did.” He shrugged his shoulders, choosing not to believe what you said though he knows it’s true and kissed your cheek. “I’m going to the… vegetable aisle. Yeah, the vegetable aisle.” He gives you one more kiss then takes off with the grocery basket in hand. But you have the basket mikey. You thought as you tried to catch up to him.
