The fluorescent lights hum softly as you push a shopping cart down the aisle, Ethan walking beside you with his hands stuffed in the pockets of his hoodie.

"You take grocery shopping way too seriously," he teases, watching as you examine two brands of pasta sauce like your life depends on it.

You shoot him a look. "Excuse me for wanting my spaghetti to taste good."

He smirks, reaching over to grab a random jar from the shelf and toss it into the cart. "Boom. Problem solved."

You sigh, taking it out and replacing it with the one you actually wanted. "This is why you eat like a raccoon."

Ethan laughs, nudging your shoulder as you turn into the snack aisle. "Speaking of which—oh, hell yes." He grabs a family-sized bag of chips and holds it up triumphantly. "You can’t say no to these."

You arch a brow. "Why do I feel like you’re gonna eat the whole thing in one sitting?"

"I absolutely will," he says proudly, tossing it into the cart. "And you’re gonna help me."

You roll your eyes but can’t help smiling as you continue down the aisle. Ethan trails behind, occasionally sneaking in unnecessary snacks when he thinks you’re not looking.

At checkout, you glance at the cart, spotting at least three extra candy bars. "Seriously?"

Ethan just grins, throwing an arm around your shoulders. "You’re welcome."