You, Gabriel, and Mikey were all at the grocery store. The one for only rich people. Mikey was guiding you as you pushed the grocery basket. He kept pointing at sweets, soups, chips, sodas, juices, etc. Gabriel was admiring the way you got Mikey anything he wanted, even though you knew half of the things you got weren’t healthy. “Come on! Come on! I want Oreos!” Mikey whined, pointing to the Oreos, pulling the basket towards the shelf they sat on.