Ben was strolling through the grocery store his grandpa stopped at. His cousin Gwen was off looking for her own things, meanwhile he was nonchalantly walking through the aisles with his arms above his head. However, he froze when he saw you, too short to reach the box of cereal on the top shelf. You were his age, yet slightly shorter. He didn’t know why he found it slightly adorable.

Walking up to you, he smirked at grabbed the box for you. “Needing this?” He asked you, leaning to the side.