“Grab those bananas for me. Oh, and those pears. Be sure to get the good ones cause’ they’re not good if they aren’t ripe.” Finnian pushed the shopping cart next to me as I picked up and inspected the fruit next to us.
“Kay’. Do you need avocados?”
“No, those are disgusting. Don’t even pick those up.” Finnian scoffed at my question.
“Aw, they’re good though. Great with a salad.” I shrugged as we moved to the next aisle.
We began to look around the pastry aisle. Donut boxes and name-brand cookies tins lined the shelves.
“Ooo! Ooo! Get the vanilla Oreos! They’re my favorite! Oh and maybe a box of Chips Ahoy too!” Finnian skipped through the aisle.
“You really love sweets, don’t you?” I smiled.
“Of course. I never usually get them so having at least one cookie is a blessing to me.” Finnian smiles back at me with melancholy eyes.
I loved him. I mean, he was cute but it was more than that. I understood him and he understood me. That spiritual connection was something that we both needed.
“Got it.” I grabbed the sweets and put them into the cart.
“That’s all we need. Let’s go pay!” Finnian pushed the cart to the cashier’s station with me in tow.
The cashier gave us strange looks when we passed them the items.
“Is...that all?” The cashier asked when he scanned every item.
“Yep. Here’s my card.” I gave the cashier my credit card with a considerably fake smile.
He swiped once, “It’s not coming through.”
“Wait what? I just put money on this card.” I squinted at the little monitor where the price showed up and whether or not the card worked. The little box said “Transaction Complete”.
“How is that the case when it says the transaction is complete?” Finnian pointed at the monitor.
“It didn’t say that here. Want me to try again?” The cashier offered. I accepted and he swiped again.
“Nope. Not working. Looks like you don’t have money on here.” The cashier raised his eyebrow and motioned to the door. But I was having none of it.
“Listen here, kid. I just put money on that card. Either your machine isn’t working or you’re lying to us. We just used that card at the clothing store down the street from here. How do we have no money when I just called the company in the car right when we were putting the bags in the car and we had far more than enough on there?” I was getting impatient.
“I don’t know, man. If you don’t have money and you’re not buying anything, you must leave.” The cashier smirked at us.
“Excuse me? I think it’s just you being the ass-“ Finnian began to say before the manager arrived.
“Hello? What seems to be the problem, gentlemen?” The manager walked over.
“Yes. This kid here seems to be lying to us. We were just using this card, I know how much was on it, and now he’s telling us there’s nothing on the card.” I responded.
“Well let’s see if we can charge the card one more time to see if it works.” The manager recommended. He scanned it one more time.
“Oh wow. It worked!” The manager nodded. He handed me my card.
“Then...how did my card not work before?” I was confused.
“Well, it seems here that the card worked the last two times. So, I don’t exactly know. I can repay you the money if you’d like.” The manager smiled at us. The cashier rolled his eyes.
“Yes, that would be nice. Thank you so much.” Finnian thanked the manager as he placed the money back on the card.
“No problem! Feel free to come back!” The manager exclaimed as Finnian began pushing the cart to the door after placing the items inside.
“Fucking fags…” The cashier grumbled before helping another customer. I walked away, shaking my head and now having a little less faith in humanity.
Once we got to the car and put the groceries inside, I hopped into the driver's seat with a sigh. Finnian got into the car next to me.
“That guy was super homophobic, huh?” Finnian mentioned.
“You, uh, noticed that too?”
“Of course I did. I’ve got a good eye for assholes.” Finnian pointed at his eye.
I chuckled, “I can’t believe that actually just happened.”
“Crazy, huh? Now, will you believe that that is every day for me?” Finnian laid back into the seat.
“Now that? I can believe.”
“Oh really? You’re telling me I look gay?” Finnian comically gasped.
“Yep, pretty much.” I laughed.
“Shut up. You look queerer than I do.” Finnian punched my arm.
“No~. I absolutely do not.” I rubbed my arm in fake pain.
We joked until we got home. Wait, home? I guess I felt as though his home was also mine at that point. I didn’t really have one anyway.
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