If We Ever Meet Again

18. Plushies

Xeria’s P.O.V

Today is the day of the date. After checking on mom, I'm back to get ready for the date, and it's nowhere close to what Khaos is expecting it to be.

A floral skater dress with white sneakers is nice; it will go with all the places, I guess.

After getting dressed, I find Khaos in the living room, who is dressed in a denim jacket, a plain white shirt inside, and beige pants with white sneakers.

I guess we really don't put too much effort into our outfits.

"What makes you look so amused?" Khaos asks, seeing me smile like an idiot.

"Nothing, ready to go?" shaking my head, I ask him.

"Let's check on Potato, then we're all set to go," he says, picking up the keys from the table.

Walking inside the kitchen, I see Potato and Aunt Nora having a staring contest.

Now, what happened?

Judging from Khaos's expression, he's also having the same thoughts.

"Aunt Nora, we're leaving," I say, in an attempt to break the ice, and Potato breaks the eye contact and walks towards me, wagging his tail.

"Nothing, young madam; have fun," she says, untying her apron.

"Potato, behave okay; I don't want any other complaints today, ok?" I try to convince him not to attempt any mischiefs today, and he just licks my hand.

After that, he enjoys some patting and rubs from Khaos. After saying our goodbyes, we're finally in the car.

"Where are we going?" he asks, buckling his seat belt.

"You will see," I answer, driving off and hitting the bustling roads.

"Aren't we putting too much work on your secretaries?" I ask him: Though the two of us always manage to do our work, there's still a lot to do since Khaos is here.

"Don't worry, I'm managing everything just fine; unlike a newbie like you, I have experience," he smirks, tapping on his phone.

"Thank you for reminding me that I shouldn't be nice to you." I snap back, pushing the accelerator.

"Seriously, you're like an angry furball, except you're just a small bunny," he laughs, pulling my cheek.

Why does he keep doing that?

Smacking his hand away, I concentrate on the road.

"It's really fun teasing you," he says, and I frown. Twenty minutes later, we arrive at our destination. After parking the car, we stand in front of the building.

"Seriously, Beryl, we're going to have our date here?" Khaos asks, fully surprised.

"Yes, grocery shopping is fun, and there are all kinds of things in this mart; for our home, let's go." I say, dragging him inside with me.

"I have never done grocery shopping or any home decor shopping in my entire life," he grumbles.

"Now who's an angry furball? Don't complain; it's still our date," I say, pushing a shopping cart.

"Let's buy snacks; we don’t have any at our place." I excitedly walk through the shelves, and Khaos walks behind me, pushing the cart.

"Beryl, you shouldn't be eating these many snacks; they aren't good for your health," Khaos complains for the nth time.

"Yes, Mr. Healthy CEO, but I want to know which ones you like; we will take them," I ask him.

"I really don't have any favorites. Since childhood, I have done everything as planned by my elders: "What should I eat and what shouldn't I eat? So, it's a habit now," he says, putting the things in the cart.