Wildflowers

Chapter 10- Not so smiley, Smiley

Alexandra June 30th

I pick up a shopping cart as I walk into the store. The cold conditioned air hits me right in the face, cooling me off from the outside warmness, such a contrast.

I like going on a shopping trips, with others, I like just being in their company even if I don't know what I want to buy. It's like spending quality time together, doing mundane task, just in each other's presence.

I don't like shopping alone, I get anxious for no reason, it gets annoying and I swear nothing helps.

I spot a dark haired body standing in front of the coolers, pulling me out of my thought.

I walk up to him, dropping some expensive ass ice cream into his cart. Myles looks down to me, looking down at his cart and then back to me. "High maintenance, aren't we?"

"Don't act like you won't buy it for me"

He raises his eyebrows, blinking at me and turning back to whatever he was looking for before I interrupted him.

"Frozen pizza, really? Why don't you just cook it yourself?" I ask, "Homemade is much better anyways" It is, it always is, at least when I make it, mhm.

"You gon' cook for me, heh?"

"Why me?" I ask. As far as I'm concerned, his hands look pretty well to do it himself.

"You're the one demanding around" he argues.

"Me demanding? When?" I ask, no idea what he's talking about, "Just recommended, grump grump"

Myles scowls at me, then sighs, "I'll get the ice cream when you make the pizza"

I look around, and back at Myles, "Fine by me, Smiley"

"Not even smiling right now" Smiley mutters. Yeah, I haven't seen him smile yet today.

I pat his back and guide us away, to find the needed ingredients. I get that pricey ass privileged dessert in return, so I'm willing to cook even for the whole wedding if needed.

Heading towards the fruits and vegetables, Myles absurdly stops walking causing me crash into him. "What-" I start, but he starts pulling me to another aisle, I catch a glimpse of my dad as we do.

Thank God, Myles pulled us away, I wouldn't want the awkward conversation there could have been.

I smile uneasily at Myles, thanking him silently.

"I love how I didn't pay a penny"

"Yeah, I'm robbing your ass later" Myles answer.

Well that sounded promising, seeing the smirk on my face he rolls his eyes.
"You're a dog, Al"

"And you aren't?" I remark. As much as I have gotten to know him in a month, he's just as dirty minded. Just as dog as me, not a bit better.

He shrugs, quirking his eyebrows and continuing the walk out of the store.

***

"You like pineapple on pizza?" Myles questions, as I'm putting pineapple pieces on the base.

"I like with and without, I don't really care. You don't want them?"

"I haven't tried with them in a long time, go on" Myles says leaning onto the back of the chair.

"I don't like sweet pepper on pizza and not when there's too much cheese. Everything else is fine. No, olives are death of me too" I confess. Too much cheese makes me gag. Or when my mom puts tomatoes, yeah, to hell with that.