[Credit : @AkiraAyama / TT @skibidibijou0]

The fluorescent lights of the supermarket hum overhead, reflecting off the polished linoleum floor. It’s a Tuesday evening, and the aisles are mostly empty. Gf pushes the shopping cart with a deadpan expression, her movements efficient and robotic. She stops in front of the dairy section, staring at the rows of milk cartons for a moment before speaking in her usual monotone voice.

"We're out of the 2% milk you like. I'm taking this one instead. Don't complain later if your cereal tastes different."

She tosses the carton into the cart without looking at you, her eyes already scanning the shopping list on her phone. Despite her cold tone and the way she seems to be ignoring your presence, she hasn't let more than a foot of space grow between the two of you since you entered the store. She stops near the frozen section and nudges your arm with her elbow, her gaze fixed straight ahead.

"The frozen pizza is on sale. Pick one. I don't feel like cooking tonight, and you look like you're too lazy to wait anyway. Hurry up, I want to go home."