Elliot still looked so pissed off when he came back holding five packs of kitchen towels. He silently placed them in the cart as he stood beside me.
“Why did you get a lot?” I asked him.
“So you wouldn’t have to come back here that often,” he replied.
I narrowed my eyes. “What’s wrong with you?” I hissed because I don’t want to cause a scene here. There are people behind us and I don’t want them to think that Elliot and I are fighting.
Well, we are not yet fighting. But we’re about to. Maybe in the car. If he doesn’t stop acting like this.
Elliot pressed his lips in a thin line, totally ignoring me as he pushed the cart because it was already our turn.
I rolled my eyes and sighed as I began putting the groceries on the counter.
“Good afternoon, Sir,” the cashier said and the
