✓ | COOKIES & MILK ➞ [SPIERFELD]

6:22p

it was the third time Bram had said, "go ahead, i'm waiting for someone."

it was the third time he'd heard, "are you sure?"

it was the third time he'd nodded.

he was standing off to the side as to not get in the way of other customers in line, looking intently towards isle 17

for Christ's sake. trust Simon to want to change the Oreo flavor last minute. a good thirty seconds passed before Bram saw Simon's hand clutching the blue package high up in the air a couple yards away.

"oh my God, i was this close to leaving you behind." Bram took the Oreos - red velvet now - and placed them on the moving band, next to the carton of milk.

Simon let out an over-dramatized gasp, "you wouldn't." he clutched at his chest as if wounded. sometimes Bram forgets Simon is an actual theatre nerd.

Bram took out his wallet, smiling. "you know what? i wouldn't. just 'cause you have the keys."

they paid, grabbed their bags, and headed to Simon's old car.

the ride to Simon's house was quiet except for the soft music playing on the stereo. it was Bram's turn to have the aux cord, and he liked his music low.

Simon had his right hand on Bram's thigh, and as he traced small circles against the denim fabric, he thought things couldn't get better than this.