Shopping was a hectic thing. Especially when you were shopping with someone with the personality of a child.

Walker had picked you up to help you reach something. When he set you down, he didn't let you go. He held you close, his head going to the crook of your neck. "You smell good." It was like he said it on instinct.

Now, he was over exaggerating it, smelling you like a beast. "New perfume?" You laughed, squirming around in his hold. "Walker!" "No, no, no. I gotta remember this smell, alright? New perfume means new memorization."