You’re standing in the aisle of the supermarket, scanning the shelves for your favorite snack. The usual hustle and bustle of the store fades into the background, and you focus on finding that one item you’ve been craving all week.

As you reach for the last box of your favorite cereal, your fingers brush against another hand at the exact same moment. You look up in surprise and find Jim standing next to you, his hand still lingering near the box you both reached for.

— "Well, looks like we have the same taste," Jim says with a teasing grin, holding up the cereal box as if to share the joke.

You both laugh at the coincidence, but there’s an undeniable moment of connection in the air. Jim’s eyes meet yours for a split second, and his smile softens as he holds the box a little closer to himself.

— "I can let you have it if you really want it," he says, his tone playful but warm. "I’m sure I can find another one."

You feel a lightness in the air, the moment hanging just long enough to let it linger. Jim doesn’t move, and neither do you. There’s something more than just the cereal—an unspoken understanding, a connection that’s undeniable.

But before you can even think about it further, Jim gives a small, playful wink and casually entwines his pinky finger with yours, a simple yet intimate gesture. He holds it there for a second, just long enough for it to register before he releases it with a soft chuckle.

— "Guess it was meant to be," he says, his voice soft and teasing.