Assassin

Peek

"Hey, just so you know, we're going to be circling back around for a cake pop or two." Ariella announced as we left Starbucks with our breakfast and a shopping cart.
    
"Right after breakfast?"
    
"Hey, It's currently 10-ish and I plan to be shopping for at least two and a half hours."
    
"That's a while."
    
"You've never been shopping, have you?"
    
"Yes I have." Ariella glared at me skeptically. "...Alright. Fine. I've never been shopping, but, if we know what we want, then it shouldn't take that long, right?"
    
"Wrong. Plus, we don't know what we want and I have to do grocery shopping for this week."
    
"Oh no."
    
"Oh yes. Didn't you notice the incessant lack of food in the fridge and pantry?"
    
"Great."
    
"Hehe, don't worry. We'll get your clothes first and you have to help me with the groceries since I'm cooking for both of us this week."
    
"Well, at least I get to have something I genuinely like this week."
    
"That's the spirit. Now choose your clothes cuz we're in the men's section now."
    
I got a week's worth of black clothing, tried them all on to make sure they fit (save the underwear of course), and we went on our way to the groceries portion of the supermarket.
    
"So what do ya want for dinner this week? Chinese? I make a mean kung-pow chicken. What about Mexican? I make fajitas like nobody's business. For breakfast it's always either pancakes or cereal, and for lunch it's always ramen during the week. All of which we have plenty of so it's just dinner this week."
    
"Hmm. The chicken and fajitas sound good. Can you make sushi?"
    
"What kind of weeb would I be if I couldn't?"
    
"Ex-ca-uuse me, but the proper term is otaku."
    
"..." Fits of laughter ensued.
    
"Sushi it is then. And the next two days?" She asked, grabbing some chicken and beef.
    
"Don't you mean four?"
    
"Nah, I always eat out twice a week. Usually on the weekends."
    
"Isn't that pricey though?"
    
"Eh, my job pays well."
    
"What's your job?" Ariella grabbed some crab meat.
    
"I sing and play the piano three times a week at a local diner. It's a really nice place and I get a lot of tips. I also have the odd commission at other restaurants that have live music. Those pay a lot. Again, two more dinners?"
    
"Oh yeah, meatloaf with mashed potatoes and spaghetti with meatballs?" She smirked.
    
"I like the way you think." Ariella had to reach up to get the ground meat for the meatloaf and meatballs which made her shirt ride up a little, but just enough to see her soulmate's nickname. Shadow. Holy shit. That's my old nickname. But, there's no way that could really be me.
    
"So, singer and musician as well, huh? Is there any form of art you can't excel in?"
    
"I actually really suck at writing and acting."