The supermarket buzzed with its usual Saturday rhythm—carts squeaking, children tugging at their parents for candy, the faint murmur of announcements overhead. Bella pushed her cart down the cereal aisle, one hand on the handle, the other scanning through a list she'd scribbled that morning.
Beside her, Chloe walked with an easy sway, tossing a pack of granola bars into the cart. "So," she started casually, "it's been what? Two weeks now? And Jake still hasn't so much as looked at you the way he did for the first two days?"
Bella's lips pressed together, her gaze fixed on a box of oats. "Yes, he hasn't."
Chloe leaned against the cart handle, eyeing her friend carefully. "So… how do you feel about it?"
