Own nothing.
One-shot
He was a puzzle, he gave her one word answer and riddles about himself. She had wondered if he had them written down, hidden somewhere to screw with her.
He was a Navy Seal.
He's from Pittsburgh.
His mother was nothing like her. She was better.
He worries about her.
These little secret codes that he lets loose every once and a while. When he noticed that she squints where Matt just thought she needed sunglasses. Nico alway knew where she was...and it annoyed her.
She pushed the grocery cart down the aisle and turned down the dairy aisle and stopped to see Nico holding the milk carton. "It kind of scares me when you know what kind of milk we get."
"You get soy milk for Lindsey, because she has an iron deficiency. Then 2% for you and Reggae."
"I feel like you're stalking me." Dani stared as he put the carton of milk in her cart and walked beside her. "So why are you here?"
"You always go grocery shopping on Sunday mornings, while everyone is at church." He glanced at her as she picked up the bran of toilet paper. She walked down the aisle, heading towards facial tissue when she looked at him.
"I don't go, every Sunday morning."
"No, sometimes you go in the middle of the night, at Wal-mart on tuesdays. You don't like long lines." Nico picked up hand sanitizer.
"It's creepy how much you know." She muttered.
"Isn't that friends suppose to do?" He asked. "Know things about each other?"
"Yea like my favorite color and favorite type of cookie. Not what kind of milk my daughter can drink, or that my son likes that kind of hand sanitizer."
"You're favorite color is maroon and you like oatmeal raisin cookies."
"When am I ever going to find something about you?" Dani looked up at her friend, and gave him a slight squint.
"You're squinting again." He stated as they walked through the store.
"Yea, because as friends, we're suppose to share things, and I don't know half the things or even a quarter of the things you know about me."
"That's the fun of a friend ship, getting to know each other." He smirked as she walked into the check out line. She watched as he walked pass her.
"What you're not even going to help me load up?" She asked.
He turned and gave her a small smile. "I have to get to church. Going to be late for service." He left the store, leaving her there leaning against her cart.
"So he's a church boy..." She smirked.