Vince wanted to reach out to you—grab your hand—and hold it. He wanted to interlace your fingers, and decide on what foods to buy like a normal couple would.

but you’re not a ‘normal’ couple.

Vince let out a small exhale as he watched you stare intently at the blueberries, your eyes darting between the blueberries and raspberries, you seemed torn between what berry to get. He honestly didn’t care, its not like he’d be tasting them.

Vince raised a brow, standing behind you as you decided. “Strawberries.” He said flatly. “Get those instead.” Vince placed his hands on his hips as he watched you grab them.