grocery list
grocery list.
I stepped my foot infront of the other, vice versa, with a basket hanging on my arm, and paused when my eyes found a pretty young girl following behind her mother.
The devil’s moment came and it said, “I want to corrupt her.”
I continued walking and found you in every section I was at. The cereal section. The cans section. The many sections in this supermarket. I had found you on the sides of these oranges as I inspected them in my hands. I saw not oranges. What my eyes had seen did not receive by the brain.
A blind’s moment came and it said, “I need to see her again.”
And there I saw you across me, you were helping your mother putting something into the trolley. I had searched for you subconsciously while I have searched for the things on my grocery list. You were never on the list and yet here I was hoping to find you.
Tomatoes. Check. Onions and Garlic. Check. Fresh fish fillets. Check.
I looked back into the basket and found myself thinking about serving for two. Do I have enough? Do I have someone to cook for? Why was I thinking about this?
You were so young. Your cheeks light pink. Your skin milky. Your eyes… inexplicable.
I held myself back even though all I wanted to do is to hold you. We looked at each other for a few seconds. I was the first to look away. Because how could I?
I fled and hid my intentions behind shampoos and body washes. My skin felt exposed, pressured by the weight of your stares.
Stop it.
But it didn’t.
So I held your stare like how I would when a child was looking at me. But you were different - aside from age. You saw all the things I had gotten despite you being six meters away. You saw me wanting something that was never decided at home. And it was you who I wanted. The last minute addition to this list.
How could you be listed alongside tomatoes, garlics, wholebreads? You were all above that. I wanted to devour you. I wanted to take you home, and cook with the ingredients I bought and serve you the finest food I could make. And you shall have me - if you like - for dessert.
My gaze dropped down to the bleached floors. Ashamed of my thoughts. Ashamed of how weird my toes looked right now. Feeling out of place suddenly.
And then another pair of feet (prettier ones) came into the bleak view. I looked up and it was you.
“You dropped your list.” You said with a smile. A smile sweeter than the strawberries I had put back at the shelves earlier. Forget the strawberries, I rather have the corners of your lips turned up. Lips moist, and enticing to be bitten on. Much more appetizing.
“Got everything you needed?” You asked. I nodded. “Anything you want?” Your eyebrow raised.
A fool’s moment came and I said, “You.”[a/n]
i went grocery shopping. the first person i saw was a very pretty girl with her mother. pretty young too, i guess. yes, we looked at each other for a tad too long and i fled the scene because .. YOUNG???? hence, inspired. and i browsed through jeti tag and had 'feels'. hence the pairing and the lame written work. and idk. what did you have for dinner?