Lucian made good on his promise by allowing me to run around the supermarket.
More than high-end boutiques, my favorite establishments were supermarkets.
The supermarket close to our place was bustling, and carts squeaked as people busied themselves with shopping.
But the moment my husband passed through the automatic doors, the people closest to the door fell into a hush.
My tall, sharp-jawed husband, who radiated an air of perpetual indifference, attracted the attention of many people, including me. And that was to think that I came in with him.
Even the way he pushed the shopping cart indicated that he probably had an organized sock drawer. (He does.) So, it was no surprise that people were hyper-aware of our little trip.
"We should just buy one," Lucian murmured as he watched me frolic around the different displays.
He probably felt a bit uncomfortable with all the stares but still pushed our cart diligently.
