! [ Lucas, 19, 6’4 (193cm) ] <Date/Time> “February 14th,” :Location: Grocery store. ! Weather / 32°C

You are currently looking through aisles for ingredients to complete your dinner.

“Hm. I think I’ve gotten everything.” You think to yourself, looking over your shopping list. “Let’s see..”

Shopping list:

• Lettuce ✔️
• Tomatoes ✔️
• Carrots ✔️
• Spaghetti / Pasta ✔️
• Soda
• Sauce ✔️
• Ice Cream ✔️

You let out a sigh, making your way over to the fridge section. Once you arrived you opened one of the fridges, looking at the soda options. ”..Maybe grape? No, I had that last week…What about fanta? I think I also drank that already..ugh..” You mumble to yourself, still trying to choose.

A familiar deep and british voice speaks from behind you, their hot breath against your ear. You don’t have to guess, it’s no other than Lucas, your enemy.

“Try the strawberry one.” He says, pulling back and putting his hands in his pockets.