Grahams Guide to Store Chaos

HUNT

Grahams pov.

   When Romar finally made it back to the tent I was finishing up making a chicken ceasar salad wrap with stuff I had stashed away earlier. 

"Here's your lunch." I said as I handed it to him.

"Thanks, I'm surprised you remembered that this is my favorite." he said as he plopped down ready to eat.

"You only told me a few hours ago, I don't have that bad of a memory!" I joked as I began to make my own. "You are just lucky I actually know how to make one." 

"It's not like it's that hard. I could've taught you if you couldn't figure it out." Romar replied back. 

"It's just that if you asked me to make a chicken ceasar salad wrap i'd either say, 'Salad can't talk, let alone rap.'  or i'd start singing about chicken ceasar salad." I joked. 

"Aha, would it be like," Romar said, as he tried to think of a rap. "Uh! I'm a chicken ceasar wrap, uh! I'm such a blessing, Ya be obsessing over my ceasar dressing! My Romaine lettuce is your fetish, and I drop bombs on yo moms with my croutons.-- ahaha" He broke off laughing and I couldn't help but crack up laughing with him. 

"Geez Romar how did you think of that?" I laughed out.

"Ahaha! I have no clue! It just came out!" He said chuckling.

   We went silent for a few minutes as we ate, both stirring in our own thoughts. Because it was Romar's birthday I wanted to get him some cake or something, but I didn't want him to know it was for his birthday so I was trying to figure out how to bring it up casually.

"Hmm, " I pondered out loud. " I could really go for something sweet." I tried to sound casual but I was a really bad actress. "What about you? Do you feel like something sweet?" I asked wincing at my bad acting.

'God! stupid stupid stupid! Could you be any more obvious!?' I yelled internally.

"Cause I like sweet stuff." I kept talking, trying to cover my tracks but I think I was making it worse. "I like cake, cookies, ice cream.... cookie cake... ice cream cake... like, even cookie ice cream... So what about you? And specifics you wanna share?"

'Ohhhh! Good job Graham!' I said sarcastically to myself, 'Way to be offhand about it. I'm sure he has nooo idea what you're up to!'

"Umm," Romar paused, giving me a weird look, "I guess I like cake and Ice cream, I think they are really good together." 

"Ohh!" I said, trying to stay calm, " Interesting, interesting...."

"Um, not really." He muttered to himself shoving more food in his mouth.

"So, like- is there a certain type of cake and ice cream? 'Cause- like- I like cake.. And you just said you like cake... and ice cream- so is there like a type?"

"Uh, I guess just red velvet cake with ....vanilla ice cream." He said, finishing up his wrap. 

"Cool, cool....coolio.. yea- cool..." I said awkwardly. 

We spend another minute or two in silence before Romar asked, "So what now?"

"Uh, I'm not sure." I didn't have a lot of time to plan so I was just going to try and wing it from here. "We could play HUNT." 

"What's HUNT?" Romar asked curiously.

"Oh, it's a game me and my friend made up as kids." I started to explain. "You play it when you are in a store or public place and it's where you try to hunt each other down without them seeing you? Does that make sense?" I asked after confusing myself.