“why are there so many.” you sigh looking at the aisle in front of you.

damiano crosses his arms, as conflicted as you, if not more. “don’t ask me.”

your eyes go from one extreme to other, as if you knew what you’re looking for. until you grab one. “this one?” you show damiano.

he hums, looking at the box. “seems fine. we split?”

you look at him. “seriously? you want us both to split money and pay for the pregnancy test i’m getting because of you?

he smiles innocently. “never mind.” he takes it from you and takes his wallet out, walking to the counter.

you hum going after him. “that’s what i thought.”