“We’ll swing by the store first,” he says, tapping the wheel. “I want to pick up some groceries. The kitchen needs to be stocked with all your favorites. I don’t want to be away at a game and have you starving at home because there’s nothing to eat.”
“That would never happen.” I stare out the window with a huge grin on my face. “There is such a thing as grocery delivery services and takeout. The last thing you need to worry about is me starving.”
“Well, what if you get an overwhelming craving for a banana in the middle of the night and there are no delivery drivers available to bring you one?”
I shake my head, releasing a chuckle. “Why on earth would I crave a banana in the middle of the night? No one in the history of the earth has perished from a late-night banana craving. Now, an ice cream sundae… maybe.”
He lifts his shoulders. “I don’t know. I was thinking of something most people like, and bananas came to mind.”
“Yeah, I guess they are a safe-ish bet, but honestly, they’re only good for two days. Chances are the delivery person would deliver one that isn’t okay to eat and then—if I really were dying for a banana—I would suffer regardless.”
“What do you mean they’re only good for two days?”
“They have a very short window. They can’t be eaten when they have any green on them or are too light yellow, or they’re unripe and taste chalky. If they start developing brown spots, they’re too squishy, and it’s just not a pleasant eating experience.” I scrunch my nose with a grimace. “They’re only good for the two days between when they’re perfectly yellow.”
“Without any green or brown?”
“Exactly.”
“That is the craziest thing I’ve ever heard.” Miles chuckles. “It makes no sense. The more brown spots they get, the sweeter they are.”
“I can’t. It’s a texture thing.”
“Okay, fine. We’ll get ice cream sundae supplies for all midnight emergencies.”
“I mean… I’m not going to say no to that, but I’m still right about the delivery options. Nothing is off-limits with all the convenience services we have now.”
The corners of his mouth tilt up into a grin as he pulls into the grocery store parking lot. “I don’t know, Sunshine. That must be a Cali thing. I would never submit a grocery store run in the middle of the night.”
I unbuckle my seat belt and step down onto the pavement. Closing the door behind me, I meet Miles on the other side of the truck. “It’s not a Cali thing. It’s a modern-day thing. Welcome to this century, my guy.” I loop my arm through his.
We make our way across the chilly parking lot and into the warmth of the store.
Miles pulls a cart from the long line of them, and we start toward the produce section. “I’d venture to say that getting one’s driver’s license is a this century type of thing,” he teases. “Oh, look…” He snatches up a bunch of bananas. “These are…?”
“Too green. However, they’ll be yellow in a few days. So that’s actually how you want to buy them. Otherwise, they’ll be overripe before you can get to them.”
“Unless I wanted to eat them today.”
I shake my head. “Nope. Not possible.” I grab the bananas from him and put them in the cart. “It’s just banana law.”
Going back to his comment, I say, “And I told you. I’ve never needed a driver’s license. Anna has always had a car service. If I’m ever by myself, it’s usually away from home, so I just grab an Uber. Owning a car would’ve been a waste, making a license unnecessary.”
“Well, I think you should get one. That way, when I’m traveling, you can use my truck if you need something, and God forbid, a driving service isn’t available.”
“I mean, I can if it will make you feel better.” I place a carton of strawberries into the cart. “I don’t even know where to start.”
“I’ll help you.” Miles’s face lights up. “It’ll be fun. We can practice driving, and I’ll help you study for the test. It’s not hard. I promise.”
“I suppose it’s time for me to learn.”
“Uh, absolutely. Awesome.” Miles bobs his chin. “This is going to be fun. Now, what else should we pick up?”
“I haven’t planned out any meals. I have no idea.”
He nudges my side. “I realize you haven’t made a list.”
“You know I love my lists.”
