I'm walking down the aisle, pushing the trolley forward over the black and white checkered floor in the grocer where I usually do my monthly groceries. As I drop the necessities into the trolley, I mark it off from the list at hand. If I don't write down what I'm short, at home, I will most likely forget it. I'm not usually as scatter-brained but if I miss look something, it would take me a few weeks before I would get the chance to purchase it again.

I work from 8am to 1pm, Monday to Friday with pre-schoolers. As much as I adore the kids in the Bunny class, they can be exhausting at times. A small smile tugged at my lips as I recall how Little Billy had given me a drawing of his dog yesterday during class. It's parading against the fridge where a couple of magnets are proudly keeping it in place. I stretched out my limps as I'm trying to reach something at the top shelves. Verbalizing my sneakers for not making me tall enough.

A hand snaked out to my aid, saying my thanks I take it from the person generously. "Genevieve Roberts, I'll be God damned! Is that really you?" The person asked in shock surprise. I look up into Misha's smiling eyes. The old feeling of dancing butterflies took flight within me. "Misha Anderson, what a surprise this is meeting you here. How long had it been?" I questioned merely out of distraction as I'm trying to think the sensation away. "Five years," he answered as he rubbed the back of his neck. I looked at him befuddled. Had he been counting? "I've barely recognized you. You've changed your hair," his statement sounded more like a rhetorical question. "Hate to disappoint but time can do that to you," I responded bluntly. "Nope," he said as he waved his hands around like a fool, clearly indicating that I'm misunderstanding him. "On the contrary, you look good."

How such a small compliment could have me walking on sunshine is completely beyond me. I smiled slightly as I turn my trolley around and started moving into the direction from which I've just came. This is my queue to leave this conversation. "It's nice seeing you again. Thanks for your help, see you around," I said as I hurriedly try to get away from this torturing moment. "No please, wait a second. Last time we started out with sex and see how far that got us, so let's try a different approach this time around." He blabbered brazenly.

My back stiffened at his statement, quickly jolting around to face him. "Excuse me?" I questioned unsure of myself as I licked my suddenly dry lips. This is an inappropriate approach! "Pardon my boldness… how about I take you out for dinner sometime?" I stared at him momentarily, paralyzed by his vain nature. At a complete and utter loss for words. "What's taking so long, Honeybee?" My partner in crime asked as he joined my side. He exchanges a hand towards Misha in a greeting manner. My heart sunk into the earth's soil as he accepted the gesture. "I'm Kyle Gonzalez; Genevieve's fiancé… and you are?" Misha looked at me tight lipped before nodding his head in acknowledgement.

The hurt clearly noticeable on his features. "Misha Anderson, pleasure to make your acquaintance," he introduced. "Good Lord, are you really? We should hang out sometime. What do you think Love?" He asked as he turned his full attention towards me. Misha's silently asking me the same question with his eyes. Anxiety quickly got hold of me and pulled me into a death grip, squeezing the life force out of me, metaphorically spoken.

The both of them stared down at me; one's deeper then the other's. I swallowed down the bile that rose in my throat and answered as I plastered a smile upon my lips: "Um yeah, absolutely." I don't really want Kyle to see how nervous this other man is making me, but even as I know this I can't seem to come up with something to say. Another vitriol jets up from the pit of my stomach, making me swallow down another irritated lump. He seems to notice my discomfort state. "See you around Gens," he greeted as he walked away from me.

My heart breaks at his departing form. I'm supposed to walk down the isle within a few months. Most of the preparations had already been made and roughly two hundred invitations had gone out, from which at least a hundred and fifty had already RSVP. Why is he showing up all of a sudden? What's he even doing in 'Mossel Bay'?

"Do you have everything on the list, Dear?" Kyle asked me as he looked down at the trolley. Observing silently. "Just a few more things from the freezers, then we're all set to go," I assured him. Kyle nodded as he took the trolley from my hands. He placed a soft kiss upon my cheek before heading into the direction of the freezers. Standing alone in the middle of the isle, I looked down the long corridor from which Misha had vanished merely moments before. Secretly hoping that I could have a second helping of his forbidden fruit. If only my eyes could shamelessly devour his physique one last time. If only I could turn back time and re-think my options through.

I thought if I buried the memory of him within the shadows of my mind, that my feelings for his would eventually wither away, but I couldn't have been any more fallacious. My heart still yearns for him. My soul longs for him. Which I know I shouldn't because I'm quite literally getting married to Kyle Gonzalez within a few months. What is he doing here? Is this fate's way to say; lay low for a while longer? Don't I own Kyle at least this much, he found me that day in the bar… broken and helpless, still he had put me back together with a rare smile and lots of patience. I wouldn't have been where I am today if it wasn't for him finding me that evening, drinking alone. This isn't really a popularity contest. My head might think logically but everybody knows what the heart desires the heart always get.