“I’m fine, mom,” Jenny sighed into the phone as she walked through the supermarket. “There’s hardly anyone here, and…” Jenny’s voice trailed off as she looked down the aisle.
There was one pack of toilet paper on the shelf. And it was a 24-pack.
There was also only one other person at the other end of the aisle.
Standing tall with broad shoulders and ink-black hair, he was the most gorgeous looking specimen of manly manliness she had ever laid eyes on.
Their eyes locked. Her breath caught in her throat. She felt joyful, as if a hundred sparklers had lit up all over her body, and a smile spontaneously broke out on her face.
He smiled in return, playfully, and his gaze shifted ever so subtly towards the toilet paper.
Suddenly, they were both sprinting towards the shelf, each of them grabbing an edge of the plastic at the same time.
She gazed up at him, breathless, batting her eyes flirtatiously. “You wouldn’t let a lady go into isolation without the…necessaries, would you?” He was even more attractive up close.
He flashed a smile at her and tugged at the package.
She held on tightly.
He studied her face, trying to gauge how serious she was about the toilet paper. It was only a moment, but it felt like eternity…an eternity that Jenny was happy to luxuriate in.
“Tell you what,” he said, his dark brown eyes getting darker as he leaned towards her. He was fewer than six feet away from her, and she didn’t mind one bit. “You let me buy this pack, then we walk out together and split it in the parking lot. You can pay me then.”
“I guess that means you’ll want a way to contact me.”
“Unless you plan on paying me in cash that has been soaked in antiseptic.” He was grinning widely now.
Her heart leaped again at that grin, and she felt other parts of her body responding as well.
Jenny nodded, biting her lower lip thoughtfully. “I think I can live with that.”
