Alex can't tell whether he noticed her going in the wrong direction and is covering for her for some reason, or if he didn't and he's just making a joke. Either way, she can't help smiling. This must be what normality feels like. It's almost fun.
When he hands her eggs, she takes them, not quite sure why he's giving them to her but willing to accept that maybe it wouldn't be a bad idea to buy them.
She stops in front of the drinks, and frowns at them determinedly. "Orange, definitely."
She drops a carton of it into her basket and then heads for the bread, searching for a loaf of whole wheat. Of course the only one left is all the way at the back of the top shelf, so there's nothing for it but to climb. But even standing on the lowest shelf, her fingertips can just barely touch the edge of the plastic wrapping. Scowling, she tries to inch the bread forward by the wrapping until she can grab it.
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When he hands her eggs, she takes them, not quite sure why he's giving them to her but willing to accept that maybe it wouldn't be a bad idea to buy them.
She stops in front of the drinks, and frowns at them determinedly. "Orange, definitely."
She drops a carton of it into her basket and then heads for the bread, searching for a loaf of whole wheat. Of course the only one left is all the way at the back of the top shelf, so there's nothing for it but to climb. But even standing on the lowest shelf, her fingertips can just barely touch the edge of the plastic wrapping. Scowling, she tries to inch the bread forward by the wrapping until she can grab it.