Troye's pov
"Catch!" Is shouted in the middle of the supermarket as Jacob throws a plastic bag of avocados at me.
I quickly throw my hands out and catch it, smiling up at him. Shopping together, much more domestic than you'd think.
Placing the bag into our cart, I move it around to fit in.
"Tomatoes, onion, and cilantro then we can go." He directs, receiving a nod from me.
This morning it was said that he wanted to cook me a real meal for dinner, so who was I to stop him.
We find our needed items and check out, headed out of the supermarket in no time. I help him carry everything back to the flat and place all on the counter, stepping back and letting him get to work. I play some Elvis quietly at the table as I work on my latest assignment.
Together, we find a comfortable way of living.
