The floor of the produce area was cold and the spray to keep the vegetables fresh had just gone off, leaving little droplets of water on the screen of the iPhone that was currently held up to deep blue eyes. Every so often the male would give a groan and run a hand through his short blue hair to push it out of his face, a habit of frustration he had since he was a child.
In front of him shoppers would come along looking for what they needed and he would just reach his arm back behind his head and grab the nearest vegetable he could reach to hold it out in a sort of offering. If the person didn't take it out of his hand before moving on to the next selection then he would drop it back into the pile and continue scrolling through the phone.
Just when he was going to give up the imaginary boyfriend sitting next to him gave him a disappointed look and he clenched his fist and pumped it into the air with a loud 'You can do this!'. Unfortunately an old woman walking by jumped, startled by the sudden call of determination, and whacked him over the head with her purse before scurrying off to the other side of the department to, probably, call management.
"This is your fault," he whined to the imagined male laughing at him and rubbed at his head. With a sigh he stood up and poked at a small head of cabbage that seemed to be staring at him before grabbing it and throwing it into the shopping cart with his other random selection of produce.
The cabbage seemed to make friends easily with the carrots and eggplant then turned to mock him. The apples seemed to be the only innocent ones for the most part but as soon as he looked away they joined in with the mocking. In retaliation, and with a pout, he suddenly stopped the cart then gave an evil chuckle when they jolted from their place, each one now complaining their annoyance.
That should teach them to mock him.
With that one win he started walking again this time heading towards the meat department. To be on the safe side he threw in some beef and chicken, maybe one of them would come out edible enough for dinner. If not then there was always the little lie of he turned vegetarian in the past few months that his boyfriend have been gone.
Inside his pocket his phone vibrated and let out a happy little jingle. Quickly he fished it out and pressed the talk button, forgetting completely to see who was actually calling him. "Hello?" He asked hesitantly, feet starting up in small slow steps so he could browse the rest of the meat.
'I'm just calling to check how you are doing.' The voice was soft he immediately knew it was Miku at the end of the line.
"Oh, you know," he tried to shrug without letting the phone fall off his shoulder. "Trying not to panic in the middle of the store." He paused for a second to look at the pork but continued on when he decided against it. It was the one meat that Kaito could never eat, even if Gakupo enjoyed it.
'Meiko told me what you are doing for him. I think it's sweet.' He could hear the smile in her voice and knew that she was getting that dreamy look on her face that she usually did when thinking of romantic things. 'Don't forget the candles. And don't use paper plates like you usually do.'
Kaito gave a nod and frantically glanced at the labels above the aisles to see where the candles would be at. When no such label jumped out he gave a sigh and made a mental note to drop off everything at home before heading off to a shopping center.
"Candles and no paper plates. Got it." He threw a box of cake mix into the basket then went to look at the wine. Usually he didn't drink, okay so he never drank, but maybe Gakupo would like a glass of wine with a nice dinner.
His imaginary boyfriend was back by his side, this time wearing sunglasses, and gave a nod to the idea. He glanced around on the shelves then grabbed one that looked like something good.
"Do you think he'll want wine with dinner? He likes that sort of stuff right?" Miku gave a small laugh and his whole face flushed thinking that he must have sounded stupid. "I mean, I'm getting candles and..." The bottle was placed into the basket gently so he could rub the back of his neck with his now free hand.
'Wine is fine, Kaito. But remember Luka will have some alcohol as well.' There was a mumbled voice behind her and she gave a noise of confirmation to them. 'Look, I have to get back to my photo shoot, but try not to stress out about it. He'll love what ever you do for him.'
They gave quick goodbyes and when she hung up he stared at the screen of the phone until it went black now feeling even more stressed then he had been before the call. Quickly he put the phone away then glanced into the shopping cart.
The food seemed to settle down from their mocking, finally realizing how serious the situation had just become.
"All right, let's go pay for you all." He shook the cart a little to get them to roll about but when they refused he gave a defeated sigh and headed towards the front of the store.
On his way to the register he passed the frozen food section and sadly glanced to the ice cream. It was calling out to him but he knew that with everything else he had to do he wouldn't be able to afford it. Maybe next week when he got paid for his upcoming gig.
"The things I do for love." the cashier was informed as he started placing the food on the conveyor belt to be bagged. The cashier just raised an eyebrow, not questioning which part of the conversation she was listening to- nor caring for that matter.
