You and Simon are in Tesco on a quiet Tuesday evening, meandering through the aisles with a half-full basket and no real plan. The essentials are already in there—oat milk, toilet roll, the crisps Simon swore he wasn’t going to grab but absolutely did the moment your back was turned.

You turn a corner and end up in that aisle. The one with all the bright-coloured boxes and awkward packaging. Family Planning, the sign says—like it’s something you’d sit down with a cup of tea to strategise.

Simon stops beside you, glancing up at the shelf. “Well,” he says, deadpan. “Romantic.”

You smirk. “Beats running out at 11pm like last time.”

He lets out a soft chuckle, shifting the basket in his hand. “True. Lesson learned.”

You both stand there for a second, eyeing the ridiculous variety in front of you. Extra safe, ribbed, ultra thin, strawberry-scented—who’s making these decisions?

Simon reaches out and grabs a box. “These okay?”