More of this.
We turned the corner into the snack aisle and stopped at the same time, staring at the wall of chips, cookies, and other processed food.
“Remember when this shit was basically our entire diet?” Sebastian asked.
The same flavor of Doritos we used to demolish after parties caught my eye, and I pulled it from the shelf. “Back when we could eat anything.”
Sebastian grabbed a bag of Funyuns. “These things are disgusting, but I couldn’t get enough of them.”
“I can’t believe I used to make out with you after you ate those.”
He snorted. “I’m pretty sure I could have eaten a whole tin of sardines, and youstillwould have wanted me.”
He wasn’t wrong. Wanting Sebastian back then had been the easiest thing in the world—as easy as breathing.
“Yeah, I totally would have,” I agreed, my voice soft.
He held my gaze for a beat, a quiet acknowledgment passing between us that didn't need words.
Then his mouth quirked up, and I couldn't help but mirror his expression. We stood there like idiots in the snack aisle, grinning at each other over our shared memories.
He broke first, clearing his throat and turning back to the shelf.
“The only thing worse than these were those Styrofoam cups of ramen your mom used to send us.” He placed the chips back on the shelf.
I made a gagging noise.
“Do you remember how excited we’d get when she would tell us she was making a Costco run?”
“And then we’d ration them out.
“Bullshit.” Sebastian laughed. “You’d eat half the case the first week, and then feel guilty about it.”
I chuckled at the memory. “I really had no self-control.”
“Still don’t, apparently.” He nodded at the second bag of Doritos I’d just added to the cart.
“Apparently not.” I grabbed a third bag and tossed it in just to fuck with him.
As we wandered the rest of the store, filling the cart with an odd mix of fresh ingredients and junk food neither of us needed but both of us wanted, it felt less like ten years had passed and more like ten days.
I’d always been skeptical of people who talked about how you could go years without seeing someone, but then, when you did, it was like no time had passed at all.
I got it now.
At the check-out, Sebastian pulled out his wallet before I could reach for mine. “Let me get this.”
“You don’t have to do that.”
“I want to.” He tapped his card against the reader. “You’re putting me up for two weeks. The least I can do is contribute.”
“Sebastian.”
“Taylor.” He raised an eyebrow at me, a small smile playing at the corner of his mouth. “I’m going to eat half of it anyway."
“Thank you,” I said as we left the store.
“It’s nothing.”
