Page 22 of I Wanna Text You Up

I grab the nearest item and chuck it hisway.

“Did you just…did you just throw a fucking potato at me? In the middle of thestore?”

I cross my arms over my chest and stare him down. “How’s that forpredictable?”

He laughs and shakes his head. “You’re something else,Zoe.”

“Thank you…Ithink.”

“You’re welcome. Let’s keep moving. I’m starving, and the worst time to grocery shop is when you’rehungry.”

We move through the store and argue about what tobuy.

“Oreos?” Isuggest.

“No.”

“Pop-Tarts?”

His lips curl at the suggestion. “Negative. How is it you survive off thatcrap?”

“It’s notthatbad.”

“There are no nutrients inthem.”

“I’ll have you know Oreos arevegan.There has to be some benefit to them,” I try toreason.

“That’s not how thatworks.”

“You’re not how that works,” Imutter.

“I heard that.” He grabs a box of whole-wheat noodles and tosses them in thecart.

“Those things taste likecardboard.”

“You eat a lot of cardboard in yourlife?”

He doesn’t even bother to turn to look at me, so he doesn’t see me flip himoff.

“Stop flipping meoff.”

How in the…“I think I hateyou.”

“You wish you hatedme.”

AndI wish I didn’t want to pull that ball cap from your head and press my lips to yours.Why in the hell does he look so sexygroceryshopping?

Another box of noodles into the cart. “What is Breakfast andBeats?”

“What?”

He gives me a peek over his shoulder before grabbing a jar of organic, sugar-free tomato sauce. “On your flyer you mentioned something called Breakfast and Beats. What isthat?”

“Oh.” I shrug. “I just like listening to 90s and early 2000s rap music when I makebreakfast.”

“Eggs,right?”

“Orcereal.”

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