Xavier was getting tired of how the both of you were always getting mistaken for a couple. Any time people see you both leave the same apartment, go looking for furniture, or even now when you're grocery shopping. All he wants is to get the bags of chips he's been craving for a while as you stand next to him pushing the cart.

"You two are a lovely couple," an older woman says as she looks at you two.

"Thanks," Xavier grumbles, too focused on looking for his favorite brand to acknowledge her.