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nostalgia (noun) - a sentimental longing or wistful affection for the past, typically for a period or place with happy personal associations.

"You coming?"

"Hmm?" I looked up from my homework to see Aria leaning in my doorway, her gold credit card gripped tightly in her manicured fingers.

"I'm going to Whole Foods."

"Very temping," I wrote out another sentence onto my paper before looking back up at Aria. "I have to finish editing my rough draft. And trust me, it is very rough."

"Oh, come on. I'm sure it's great."

"Oh, I'm sure you do." I said sarcastically, crossing out a spelling error with my purple pen.

"Come with me, Ad. Pleeeeeeease?" Aria clasped her hands together and pouted her bottom lip like a small child. "I know how much you love Whole Foods."

She did have a solid point. I very much loved Whole Foods, if I could live in a Whole Foods, no doubt I would move in a heartbeat.

"Aria, I can't."

"Just say yes."

Aria and I always had so much fun at Whole Foods, it was like a field trip for us.

The idea of shopping for organic food seemed way more appealing than finishing my boring revision work. I hated walking away from incomplete work, but this would have to wait, I decided.

I sighed and looked down at my paper once more, which was violently attacked by my purple pen, crosses and revision notes scattered everywhere.

My aggressive editing could wait an hour, right? "Okay, fine."

* * *

"What do we need?" I asked Aria as we walked down the chilly dairy aisle.

"Bagels!"

I stopped rolling the cart and squinted my eyes at her. "We just bought bagels last week, Aria."

"I know." She laughed, a guilty look in her brown eyes.

I couldn't help but laugh, too. "Go get some and I'll get the butter. Meet me back here when you get them."

Aria playfully saluted me before running off to get the bagels. She knew exactly where to go, so I wasn't expecting her to take long.

A couple minutes had passed, and my best friend still hadn't returned with our precious bagels. I had gotten the butter and even a jumbo bag of blue chips as I waited for bagel-filled return.

I pulled my phone out of my pants pocket and dialed her number. I rolled my eyes impatiently as it rang all the way to voicemail, signifying that she wasn't doing what she was supposed to be.

We had already spent almost an hour at the Whole Foods, lamely strolling down the aisles and throwing completely unnecessary yet somehow very necessary things in our cart.

I couldn't afford to spend any more time here. I had to get home and finish my work.

"This chick." I muttered under my breath, rolling the cart down the crisply clean aisles, inhaling the sweet smells of fresh bread and organic bar soaps.

I rolled down to the bagel aisle to see Aria chatting happily to a blonde guy. As I came closer to the talking couple, I noticed the blonde's baby blue eyes and the way he slouched over her while he talked.

You have got to be kidding me.

"Aria," she jumped slightly as I grabbed onto her forearm. "I have to get home and finish my paper."