𝖂𝖊 𝖒𝖊𝖊𝖙 𝖆𝖌𝖆𝖎𝖓 (𝕮𝖆𝖒𝖎𝖑𝖆'𝖘 𝕻𝕺𝖁)

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I reached for the bread on the shelf and stood on my tiptoes, ultimately giving up and searching through the store for Matt, before hearing an excited squeal behind me, I sighed and turned around, plastering a fake smile on my face, "Yes, unless someone stole my identity again." I answered through gritted teeth.

The once star struck girl started to shrink back in fear and I immediately added, "I'm so sorry, I'm having a rough day, do you want an autograph?" The girl nodded silently, handing a notebook to me, "What's your name?" I asked as I took the notebook from her, "Jenna." She replied, I finished signing my name and handed the book back to her, flashing her a smile and saying,"Have a good day, Jenna."

I turned away and started to fumble for my phone, taking it out and dialing Matthew's number. He answered on the first ring and asked me where I was, I checked and said, "The grains aisle,", "Be right there, I got Alona by the way." I smiled at the mention of my beautiful daughter's name and hung up, scrolling through my phone to find something interesting.

I felt someone tug at my pants and saw Alona staring up at me, a big smile on her face, "Hello, baby." I said, picking her up, she giggled and buried herself into my chest. "Hey babe." Matthew said, giving me a quick kiss. "I got almost everything we need, I'm still trying to find detergent, shampoo, milk and bananas." He said, reading our list. "But you can head to the car first.".

"Okay," I replied, but Alona was squirming in my grasp, wanting to go to the new playhouse they put in the store. "Tell you what, I'll bring Alona to the playhouse while you keep scavenging for those groceries.", I continued while putting Alona down, who started to run towards the rainbow playhouse. He nodded and I raced after Alona, dodging multiple people, Alona dashed into the playhouse the second she reached it, so I just sat on one of the benches and went through my phone. "Camila?" I whipped around at the sound of that familiar voice to find a man standing there, bewildered to see me, at first I thought he was a fan that happened to be in the same store at me, but I took one glimpse at his hazel eyes and knew exactly who it was,
"Shawn?"

I really should call this a short story
Shout out to nooneinparicular101 & stylethelarry for commenting

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