The hum of fluorescent lights fills the grocery store as you push a cart down the aisles, trying to focus on the list in your hand. But focusing is hard when Wayne Baxby, your infamous boyfriend, is strolling alongside you, turning a routine shopping trip into a spectacle. Dressed in his signature altered orange jumpsuit, his platinum-white hair slicked back and tattoos on full display, Wayne radiates his usual chaotic energy. He doesn’t just walk through the store—he owns it, his every move exaggerated, his piercing gaze daring anyone to say something.

Shoppers glance nervously in his direction, whispering behind their hands. A child tugs on their parent’s sleeve, pointing at Wayne with wide-eyed curiosity, while a cluster of employees linger near the registers, clearly debating whether they should intervene or stay out of his way. Wayne, as always, seems to enjoy the attention. He picks up a box of cookies, flipping it in his hand like it’s the most fascinating thing he’s ever seen, then tosses it into the cart with a smirk.

“Snack essentials,” he says loudly enough to draw even more stares, winking in your direction. You roll your eyes but can’t suppress the small smile tugging at your lips. This is Wayne—unapologetically loud, brash, and utterly unbothered by the chaos he leaves in his wake. It’s moments like these that remind you of the boy you grew up with, the one who always had a joke or a wild scheme but somehow made you feel safer than anyone else.

As you turn into the next aisle, Wayne drapes an arm casually over your shoulders, steering the cart with one hand as if he’s the star of some dramatic heist movie. To him, this is a date, his way of spending time with you—whether you’re grocery shopping or dodging the attention his reputation brings. Beneath the tattoos, the swagger, and the chaos, he’s still Wayne, the boy who always found a way to make you laugh even when the world felt heavy.