Drabble:106
POV:Third Person

Dimitri had always liked grocery shopping. Walking between the aisles, accompanied by the creaking of his shopping cart, searching for the products he'd meticulously list down…Dimitri found the process extremely cathartic and relaxing.

And then, there would be the plethora of unknown people he'd cross paths with. Something about the transience of their interactions always excited Dimitri, since he'd been a little boy, shopping with his mom. Dimitri would smile at the strangers, make way for the carts and provide directions when asked. Thanks to his impressive height, old ladies would often beckon him over to get cat food from the top racks. Teenage girls would look at him and giggle and little boys would just gape at him, sometimes asking him what they'd have to eat to become as tall as him. Weirdly enough, a few people even asked him what shampoo he used.
So, Dimitri liked grocery shopping and the peace it provided him. He also enjoyed the opportunities to be a Good Samaritan.

And then, one day, he took Rose and Christian out for shopping. Well, technically, Christian was bored so he had asked Dimitri if he could tag along and Rose had just returned home from duty and decided to come. For the duo, it was a new experience, shopping in a store, as they'd never been grocery shopping before, but for Dimitri….
Well, it went something like this-
"Rose!", Christian's enthusiastic shout resounded from 3 aisles to the left of where Dimitri was picking up coffee. "Check out these badass water-guns! Do you think Dimitri would let us buy them?"
3 minutes later-
"Christian! Spongebob Squarepants DVDs! There are so many of them! Please tell me you're gonna buy some!"
Dimitri shook his head as Christian probably went wherever Rose was and they whooped loudly and high-fived.

2 minutes later-
"Dimitri, I'm getting some new highlighter-markers, your yellow ones are so boring!", Rose trilled, making Dimitri smile as he checked eggs off his shopping list with alleged boring-yellow-highlighter.
Another 3 minutes later-
"Ooh, look chocolate milk! Hey Rose! Aisle 7"
5 minutes later-
"Comrade! Get some of this cute bowtie pasta! They look so adorable!"
"Rose, you're gonna eat them! They don't need to be adorable!", Christian shouted from somewhere left of Dimitri.
"Shut up, Pyro! Go get a welding torch or something!", Rose snapped from quite a distance away.
"Hey, thanks for the reminder! I need to get a blowtorch for making crème-brulee. Hey, Belikov! We're getting a blowtorch!"
Not thirty seconds later-
"Hey Dimitri!", Christian's shout caused the Dimitri's aisle mate, the aged lady ticking items off her grocery list, to look up with a glare, cluck her tongue and scan the vicinity for the aforementioned Dimitri. "Pick up some baguettes for dinner. Where's the dairy section? I need some cheese!"
"Aisle 3.", Rose piped up before Dimitri could answer. "Pick up some Coco-pops on your way!"
Christian's 'sure-thing' was drowned by the 'shut the hell up's of the other shoppers.
Another 3 minutes later-
Rose's 'Comrade! Peanut butter!' was followed by no less than 5 groans.
10 minutes later-
Dimitri finished shopping only to be greeted by blissful silence. Wait…too quiet!
Dimitri rushed around in a panic, trying to locate his missing charge and girlfriend, praying that they'd not been thrown out or worse.
After enlisting the help of some helpful store-workers and two middle-aged women, he found them. After an excruciating 7 minutes.
"Roza!", Dimitri exhaled in relief, bear-hugging her. "Thank God, you're okay! What were you two-"
Dimitri trailed off as he realized what the duo had been staring at-stupefied-probably for the last 10 minutes.
"Comrade!", Rose unleashed puppy-dog eyes on him.
"Dimitri?", Christian questioned meekly, trying to win him over.
"Go for it!", Dimitri sighed, bowing to the inevitable. Christian and Rose high-fived and literally scooped up all the candies their hands could hold and merrily marched towards the check-out-counter.
A harried Dimitri decided to never bring either one (forget both) of his shopping companions to the supermarket again. Assuming of course that he survived Lissa's rage after her best friend and boyfriend ate their way into a sugar-coma. They were never ever getting-to the supermarket-back together.

Thanks for reading. Who knows the pop culture reference of the last comment? (I can't believe I just wrote that :p )
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