In the heart of the bustling supermarket, the air was thick with the aroma of fresh produce and the faint scent of baked goods wafting from the bakery section even at night. Amaya and Fred strolled through the aisles, their cart rattling as they tossed snacks and colourful vegetables into it. Fred, with a playful glint in his eye, snatched a pack of cigarettes from a nearby display and launched it toward Amaya. She caught it effortlessly, a smirk dancing on her lips as she added it to their cart.
"Lucky I'm a pro at catching," she quipped, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Fred, showing exasperation, rolled his eyes dramatically as he watched her toss a bag of chips back at him. The crinkling sound of the bag echoed in the aisle, adding to the lighthearted atmosphere.
"Yeah, yeah, just call me the snack master," he retorted, a grin spreading across his face as he tossed the chips in the cart.
