17

What do you want, Yveon? The squid ball or the fish call; I’m not sure though if this white thing is a fish ball. What’s the difference anyway? Yveon, hey,” He called for my attention so I avoided my gazed from the flower shop. 

The flowers look so fresh and would surely smell nice. I wanted to buy but where would I place it? I’m sure that Mama would just throw it.

I went back on him while carrying these vegetables. I sighed, he doesn’t really know that carrying the grocery bags are guys’ work. Maybe if Grant is with me, I wouldn’t experience it all.  

“I don’t want to eat, eat alone. One more thing, how would I eat with all these bags?” I hissed. He laughed and was back on looking at the street foods.