Target || l.h.

Aisle Three

We walked not but ten feet and stopped.

"Really?"

Luke grinned at me, "Really. Really," he said, confirming that we would not be walking any further.

We had arrived at aisle three, which was approximately ten steps from aisle two.

I was confused at why he had made walking ten steps a big deal, "What's in aisle three that's so important?"

Luke leaned down closer to me, almost too close, and whispered theatrically, "Food!"

He pulled back from me, running down the aisle while giggling like a small child at their first concert.

I couldn't help but let a small laugh escpae at this sight.

This seven foot man teenager thing, practically skipping down an aisle, in sheer joy of the existence of food.

He turned back around, "Well c'mon then! Come pick something to eat."

I hesitantly started walking towards him, "Shouldn't we wait and pay for it?"

"We can pay for it tomorrow morning," he said as he effortlessy reached the top shelf and grabbed a bag of chips down.

I wavered again, before that empty stone in my stomach decided for my brain that I needed food.

I sighed, giving in finally, "Ok, fine, we can eat."

"What do you want?" Luke grinned, like somehow me agreeing to eat was equivalent to Ellen DeGenres accepting your marriage proposal.

I shrugged my shoulers, scanning the aisle with my eyes, "Whatever you have I guess."

Luke groaned, "But that's so boring," tapping his foot impatiently and stopping, occasionally, to rock back and forth on the tips of his feet, like a giant tower during a massive earthquake.

A really hot earthquake.

Oh my god did I really just think that, I meant like fires are happening during the earthquake and it's hot and shit is happening, not like actual shit but- I'm gonna stop now.

"You ok Emmy?"

I forced myself back into reality, "Yeah, of course I'm ok," I smiled at Luke.

I'm not ok.

Luke laughed, almost nervously, "So how are you going to be picking a less boring option of nutrition?"

I couln't help but smile widely at how Luke had phrased his question, "I'll have whatever you give me, but you can't tell me what you're giving me."

"See how much more exciting it is now?" Luke ran back to the start of the aisle and started scanning the shelves for something he could give me/

I didn't respond, but instead, quietly sat down against the metal shelves with holes in them that made it look like someone had taking a hole puncher to the cold aluminum.

Luke of course was still searching the shelves for food.

"Are you allergic to anything?" He asked, crinkling his forhead with concern and raising his eybrows with the question, making me extra aware of his sky blue eyes.