"Let's buy lip smackers and you'll guess the flavour by kissing me except I choose cherry cola every time."

You trailed behind Kenji as he tossed a third bag of chips into the basket, grinning like he was preparing for battle.

“You realize there are only two of us, right?” you asked.

He shot you a look over his shoulder. “You realize snacks are a necessity, right? Don’t come crying to me when you’re hungry halfway through movie two.”

Rolling your eyes, you followed him past the candy aisle—until something in the personal care section caught your attention. You stopped short, tugged by a flash of color on a hanging rack. Six tubes, neatly packaged: Lip Smackers. Cola, cherry cola, orange, lemon, strawberry, vanilla.

You picked them up, smiling faintly. The nostalgia hit hard, a reminder of being younger and wanting something just like this.

“Yo, where’d you go?” Kenji’s voice floated back. He doubled back into the aisle, basket hanging from his arm. His eyes went from your face to the pack in your hand, and immediately lit up.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” he asked.