The bright fluorescent lights of Target buzzed overhead as I pushed the cart, weaving through aisles stacked with everything and nothing at the same time. Target had a way of making you buy things you didn’t need, and I was fully embracing the experience.

Rafe, on the other hand, was being a menace.

"You don’t need that," he said, eyeing the Hello Kitty plush I had just grabbed.

"Yes, I do," I shot back, hugging it to my chest.

"You have, like, ten at home."

"And?" I raised an eyebrow. "That’s not a valid argument."

He rolled his eyes, but there was a small smirk tugging at his lips. "Fine. But if you get that, I’m getting this."

He held up a ridiculous oversized Squishmallow, one that looked like a giant avocado.

I burst out laughing. "You’re so unserious."

"Matching emotional support items, babe," he shrugged, tossing it in the cart next to my Hello Kitty.

We kept wandering through the aisles, grabbing the most random things—blue raspberry slushies from the Starbucks inside, a pack of scented candles, socks Rafe claimed were ‘elite,’ and a pink notebook I convinced him to buy ‘so he could start journaling his thoughts.’

"You’re just making me waste money at this point," he grumbled as I tossed in a Hello Kitty mug.

"You’re a Cameron," I reminded him. "You’ll survive."

He scoffed but didn’t argue. Instead, he leaned down, pressing a kiss to my temple before mumbling, "You’re lucky you’re cute."

I grinned. "I know."