CHAPTER 18: Grocery

Nala’s Point of View

I couldn’t wipe the smile off my lips as I read the nutrition facts on the back of the products here in the grocery store and placed them in Hugo’s pushcart.

“Can you please go faster, Nala? Just put it in the cart and move. Don’t mind the price,” Hugo demanded irritably while still pushing the cart, which was almost full.

I faced him and raised an eyebrow. “Stop being a dictator. You’re not the law, so keep quiet. You’re the one who thought of this, so don’t complain,” I said, continuing to choose what to buy.

I was looking at the expiration dates because I didn’t want to purchase something that was about to expire. We don’t want to risk getting food poisoning and ending up dying because of it.

Last night, or rather, early this morning after Hugo scolded me, he told me that we would go grocery shopping today so that I wouldn’t have to go out at such hours. He also said that we won’t have training for now in order to do this. He suggested that I consider it my res