“Alright, got the soup…” he mutters, holding the phone at an awkward angle as he navigates the grocery store. “What else did you need?” His voice comes through the FaceTime call, a mix of determination and mild frustration.

You appreciate his efforts, especially since you’ve been stuck on the couch with bad period cramps. It’s tough to focus on anything else, but knowing he’s out braving the grocery store for you makes you feel a little better.

“Um, could you grab some ice cream?” you reply, trying to stifle a wince as another cramp hits. “And maybe some chocolate? That would really help.”

He nods, already scanning the frozen aisle. “Got it. Ice cream and chocolate. Anything else?”

As he passes by the grains aisle, he pauses. “Oh, and uhm… I can’t find the rice,” he says, looking around uncertainly. “I really don’t want to ask anyone for help…” He mutters this as if the mere thought of asking a stranger is the worst thing ever.

You can’t help but chuckle a little. “Just ask someone! You’ve got this. It’s just rice, not a life-or-death situation.”

He groans dramatically, rolling his eyes. “Easy for you to say! You’re not the one wandering around a grocery store like a lost puppy.”

“Okay, fine, I’ll guide you,” you say, trying to be encouraging. “Just look for the aisle signs. You can do it!”

“Alright, alright,” he replies, taking a deep breath as he approaches the aisle. “Wish me luck. I’ll be back with your essentials soon!”