Between him jetting across continents and you flying between shoots, free days are rare. So when you both finally have a free afternoon, you do something simple, something normal, a grocery store date. No stylists, no media teams, no fancy restaurants. Just Oscar pushing the shopping cart while you argue over which fruit looks better.

He makes fun of you for taking ten minutes to choose strawberries, and you tease him for grabbing way too many snacks “for race week.” You end up tossing things into each other’s sections of the cart, his favorite cereal, your favorite cookies, fresh flowers he grabs at the last second just because he knows you’ll smile.

There’s something grounding about wandering aisles together, laughing about nothing, brushing shoulders, sharing small touches that feel more intimate than any luxury dinner. Oscar reaches for things from the top shelf for you, you remind him not to forget the items on his training meal plan. It’s domestic, soft, and shockingly comfortable.

By the time you leave, his hand is snug around your waist as you walk to his sport car, groceries rolling behind you. “Best date ever” he jokes, bumping your shoulder lightly. You laugh, but in truth, these quiet moments with him feel more special than anything glamorous your careers could ever offer.