The evening found us strolling through the busy streets of Manchester. People went about in a hurry to get home to their families not minding the two individuals who now stood in front of a supermarket contemplating if it was the best time for shopping or to continue walking while enjoying the cool evening air.
Eventually, 10 p.m. found us wandering through the aisles of Tesco with empty carts.
"Which would you prefer? Mineral water or normal water?" I asked, turning into the drink and beverage section.
My eyes widened at the variety of beverages they had neatly and orderly arranged on the shelves.
"Whoa!" I breathed. "They do have an instant coffee pod. This is nice." I whipped my head around to face him, my hair bouncing with the movement.
"Which would you prefer? Instant coffee drinks or coffee pods? Expresso or Latte?"
His lips twitched in an instant smile as he pulled his cart to a halt next to mine.
"Sweetheart, I think you should calm down." He said, stocking his cart with packs of ice-cold bottled water and mineral water alike.
As much as I wanted to pretend and act normal, my heart betrayed me and started pounding at such a simple term of endearment.
"I prefer my coffee hot, and I remember," he leaned on the cart and arced his head at me. "Telling a certain someone that I am allergic to dairy products."
Oh, silly me. How could I have forgotten?
I blinked at him, responding with a sheepish smile. "Hah!" I turned away from him to the shelf. "Nescafe coffee pod, it is and.." I snapped my fingers in the air. "Instant coffee drinks for me."
He shook his head, chuckling as he wheeled his cart away.
"Why bother asking if you were still going to do what you had in mind?"
"Mhm..." I shrugged, filling my cart with the different brands of coffee I could lay my hands on, both instant and canned coffee alike.
"Let's say that I wanted to get your exact preference and probably respect it." I wheeled my cart towards him.
He stopped his cart and turned to me with a flabbergasted expression on his beauteous face until he finally let out a chuckle. His dimples deepen from the action.
He continued for a little while and stopped to eye me with a small smile, his grey orbs glowing with playfulness.
"You wanted to know my preference." He muttered in a low octave. "And respect it. That's rich, Kiara."
"What?" I pouted, flushing with embarrassment but then laughed. "Why do you make it sound that way?"
"Like what?" He laughed, walking ahead of me.
As we moved deeper into the drink section, I noticed that many of the products had his face on them.
"I wonder just how many brands have you as their brand ambassador," I muttered to myself.
"Many," he answered. "I don't have the exact figure in my head."
"Uh," I blinked. "You were not supposed to hear that."
"Ah." He gave me a sideway look at me and shook his head. "One of your random thoughts." He said.
I gasped, staring at him dumbfounded.
What is that supposed to mean?
He kept his smirk and amused expression as we turned out into another section.
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Fated Love
Romantizm"I never thought I'd feel at peace talk less of fitting in, in my new environment. I'd always thought the journey was long and tiring but as I wear these shoes, I feel strengthened and although I don't know where I'm headed or how long I'll walk, I...
