I scooted down the aisle, balancing on the cart. I left one leg in the air, occasionally pushing off the ground to keep up speed.

Damon looked on, slowly catching up as I stopped to look at some tomatoes.

I picked one up. I rub its smooth, silky skin.

Memories came flooding back. Elena, Caroline and me. We were at Caroline's house for a sleepover.

Caroline's mum was encouraging us to cook. We decided on tomato salad and toast. Not the best combination but we were trying to be creative.

"Bonnie."

I snap back into reality and look up from the now squished tomato in my hand.

I missed them so much. It hurt.

I dropped the tomato on the ground and shook my hand, attempting to get the juice off.

"Well, someone's going to have to pay for that tomato and it's not gonna be me. Oh wait. I forgot. There's no one to pay."

I assumed he's trying to break the tension.

I forced a laugh.

"You ok?" He said, his voice serious now.

"Fine" I said without realising it. I've gotten so used to saying the word I never hesitate to say it.

I knew he was frowning before I turned around.

"Damon. I'm fine."

I stuff my hands into my jean pockets.

"What's for dinner?"

"I was thinking a steak and mashed potato." He grins.

"I guess I could work with that." I say.

"Ok enough of this. It's depressing. Get in the cart."

"What?"

"You heard me, get in the cart"

I look at him suspiciously and climb into the cart.

He pushes the cart through the empty aisles.

I scream in delight.

He slows down the cart and I slow down my giggling.