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Chapter 3: A New Approach

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"Les, you're going to be fine", Davey sighs, rubbing his eyes. "I'll be back in under two hours."

He looked at the local Walmart in front of him, grabbing his wallet and opening the car door. "Love you, too. Bye."

Davey hung up and walked through the parking lot to the entrance, taking a deep breath of the shared air.

So we need...Davey took out the piece of paper and frowned. Everything.

He sighed and grabbed a basket, walking to the fruit and vegetable aisle, ready to fight someone over grapes.

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By now, Davey had a shopping cart filled with vegetables, fruits, bread, and sauces. He wasn't sure what Les needed all of these sauces for, but they seemed pretty important.

He's probably gonna do something disgusting with them, Davey thinks, walking through the chip aisle. Hopefully he won't mix them together again.

Davey grabbed a bag of potato chips and Doritos, moving around the things in his basket to make room. He smiled at his organized mess, heading down the aisle to the cookies.

He stopped walking the basket, and moved in front of it, reaching up to grab Oreos. Unexpectedly, he brushed hands with someone.

"Oh!" Davey retracted his hand and looked at the shorter guy. "I'm sorry."

"Ah, it's no biggie", the guy in a Walmart polo shirt says, smiling kindly. "Accidents happen."

"Again", Davey smiled nervously, placing a hand on his neck, "I'm sorry."

"It's fine", the guy chuckles, placing the Oreos in his hands on the shelf. "It's a part of the job."

"My, my name's Davey", the gawky 19 year old offered his hand, clasping his hand around the guy in front of him.

"Nick", he responds, still smiling widely. "But my friends call me Mush."

"That's an interesting name", Davey chuckles, releasing his hand. "I've never heard it before."

"Hey!" Mush exclaimed. "I said that same thing when it was given to me!"

The two of them laughed, moving on to a more serious topic—cookies. They talked and rated every one of the brands on crunchy-ness and chewy-ness. Both of them couldn't stop laughing.

"So", Mush wheezes, trying to calm down. "I'm sorry- so, what's your nickname?"

"Well", Davey starts, chuckling a bit, "my family calls me Davey, and most people do, too. I guess I don't really have one."

"Ah, that's okay", Mush says, pushing away the idea. "My best friend's boyfriend doesn't have a nickname either, and he has, like, a thousand different friends in his group."

Davey laughed. "That's a lot of people."

"You're telling me", Mush laughed, his eyes lighting up in excitement. "Hey! What if I introduced you to my friend? You seem like a cool guy, and nerdy enough, too."

Davey's brows furrowed in confusion. "Thank you?"

"You're welcome!" Mush grabbed his phone and pushed it towards the taller. "Your number."

Davey put his number in through the keypad, smiling when Mush took his phone back and texted him.

"That's me", Mush says, checking the time. "Well, I should get back to work. We've been talking for the better of an hour."