The wheels squeak as you make a sharp turn into the - as (C/N) calls it - best aisle in the entire universe: the snacks aisle. You zooming by on a cart with a weary (C/N) following behind already received numerous stares from the shoppers. One comment made by an elderly lady to her husband that you find to be quite amusing was, "They remind me of us when we were younger. Except I ended up injuring a lot of people." You're surprised you haven't injured anybody.
Yet.
The cart halts, surprising the male behind you. He collides into your back and falls on his bottom. "I told you to warn me ahead of time!" he rebukes. You do recall him telling you that, but you just wanted to see him fall again.
You muffle your laughter with a hand. "Sorry (C/N)! My feet just stopped on its own!" You offer an outstretched hand, steeling yourself for a cross reply.
"Oh so now you offer to help me up. How kind of you," he mutters. He proceeds to stare at your outstretched hand for a minute longer before averting his gaze to the floor.
"(C/N), I won't do anything suspicious." You wiggle your fingers. "Hurry up! I know you love this aisle a lot but we can't stay here all night long!" The wary male slowly takes your hand, glaring at your face. You heave a sigh and roll your eyes, lifting him up.
To your surprise, (C/N) yanks you down. You're now in an awkward position of being situated in between his legs. A smirk adorns his face and he leans in. "Sorry (Y/N)! My hand just moved on its own."
"Anyways!" He stands up with ease and brushes his jeans swiftly. "What to get..." he whispers to himself with a forefinger on his lips, staring at the sundry snacks.
I can't believe I fell for such a simple trick. You blush profusely and gaze at the concentrated expression on his face. (C/N) regards you with a gander and another smirk. "Hurry up! I know you love staring at me a lot but we can't stay here all night long!"
Damn it (C/N).