Three days pass before I work up the courage to go back to that grocery store.
Not because I need groceries. Because I need to see him. Because canceling the park date felt like running away and I'm tired of running.
It's early evening. The store is moderately busy. Families buying dinner ingredients. People grabbing last-minute items on their way home from work.
I don't know if he'll be here. Don't know if this is where he always shops or if that was a one-time coincidence.
But I push a cart through the aisles anyway, pretending to shop, really just looking.
Cereal aisle. Empty. Dairy section. No one. Produce. A woman with twins arguing over apples.
Maybe this was stupid. Maybe I should just text him like a normal person instead of stalking grocery stores hoping for—
"Sera?"
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