I had to much fun with this one XD Also, If you want to see any particular prompt, give me a holler! I'm open to anything:D
Usually when your other half tells you to go pick up some stuff from the super market, you agree with the upmost sincerity and run down there faster than lightning because it's your life's mission to please that person.
And that was how Dimmock had been feeling from the beginning when Greg asked him to pick out dinner, and maybe even a little excited that he had trusted him so.
But when he entered the quaint little shop just a block away from Greg's flat, he felt his stomach drop down into his feet. Yes, they had been dating for a year now, and they spent every living moment with each other, but how was he ever supposed to know what would please Greg? When they went out on dates, he liked to order the steak and potatoes, but he didn't know where to start looking for all the supplies without help.
Dimmock didn't even know what food was where in the tiny family store, because he was quite simply not one for shopping. Ordering takeout had always been the way to go with him, but now that he had Greg in his life, he had to start thinking along the lines of a couple. You didn't eat lonely people food when you had someone to share a nice hot meal with.
With an irritated snort, Dimmock began shuffling towards the shopping cart holder. He gripped the cart handle and gave it one great pull; nothing. He put his foot on the bottom basket and clenched both sides of the cart, trying unsuccessfully to dislodge it from its current prison. When the second try proved as useless, and just served to make him more of a weirdo, Dimmock threw his hands up in the air with a defeated cry.
"Fine, if you don't want to cooperate, then I'll just use a basket!"
With one last kick to the inanimate object, Dimmock picked up a basket, glad that it at least wanted to cooperate, and made his way down the first aisle.
"Okay, he likes noodles I should think."
Dimmock reached down and picked the lone blue box of Bow tie noodles, a satisfied smirk on his face. "Ha, that wasn't to-"
His happy boast was cut off as he looked up. There sat at least a thousand different kinds of noodles all arranged in perfect rows on the shelf. There were twisted types, straight types, ones shaped like cartoon characters, and ones that were different colors. He had never seen so many different types of anything in his entire life.
In hindsight, he realized he might've spoken to soon.
After the disastrous noodle incident, which ended in a ninety year old grandma helping him choose the best kind, Dimmock realized the next aisle was where he had never seen just so much unnecessary items. It was bad enough that the tube was impossible to navigate, but did they have to make something so mundane a complete maze?
He walked over to the canned foods hoping to find carrots (Greg's doctor insisted with his age) but instead found nothing but snap peas, chicken guts, dioxide cow brains, and anything else they could fit into the metal container, all except for carrots.
"Where are the bloody carrots?" Dimmock snarled, fed up with the modern food marketing, and fed up with shopping. He was just about to call it quits too, when a voice behind him spoke up.
"Umm, sorry to bother you, sir, but they're on the bottom shelf."
Dimmock raised both brown eyebrows before turning towards a young woman. Her dirty blonde hair was put up into a high pony tail and her face, was slightly flushed from the winter winds, as she tugged off her pink scarf. Probably just got off of work, Dimmock deduced as he opened his mouth for an apology.
"No need to apologize, my husband does the same thing too when he comes here. Acts like he's never seen a store in his life. I blame modern television for that fault" she said, cutting him off as she held out her hand. "I'm Jules Norman, by the way."
"Iain Dimmock."
"So, who's the lucky girl you're going crazy shopping for?"
Dimmock adverted his eyes as he bent down for the carrots. "Umm, I'm actually shopping for my boyfriend."
"Oh, "she said, a little off guard, but then, "he must be real special if you're taking the time off to shop for him. I find it a big bloody mess going out here for Patrick, and he doesn't even thank me!'
Dimmock's eyes widened as he stood, dispensing the can into his empty basket, save for the noodles. "Yeah, he is."
Jules smiled warmly before her blue eyes flicked to the half empty basket Dimmock was holding. "You need some help there? I doubt your boyfriend would like noodles and carrots bathed in vinegar for dinner."
He looked down with embarrassment at the half hazard try. Greg always did everything for him and the least he could do was make a quality dinner, but he couldn't even do that.
"That would be appreciated, actually if you don't mind."
"Not at all and what does…"
"Greg," he supplied, scratching his nose.
"Ah, nice name. What does Greg like to eat," Jules asked, steering the young DI towards the frozen section.
At that, Dimmock beamed with pride, glad that he knew at least one thing about Greg's eating habits.
"He loves to eat steak and potatoes."