“Thanksgiving shopping, eh?” she chirped as Leo and I started to unload the several food items and ingredients I had selected. I nodded with a smile at the older lady. “We got fresh turkey too!”
“No thank you,” I declined. “Got one back home.”
She continued to scan in the rest of the items. Leo passed by my right to start placing the items in the plastic bags for us to take while I was busy keeping an eye on the sub-total flickering on the price display screen, a little too busy maybe that I barely registered what the lady said next.
“Looks like you’ll be cooking up quite a meal together.”
“Sure thing,” I nodded along, absentminded in my task of fishing out money from my purse when the full meaning of her words hit me. Looking up, I started waving my hands at her like a chicken as the beginning touches of a hot blush graced my face.
“Oh...no, it’s not what you think. We’re not a - uhh...” I hesitated, my eyes flying to meet Leo’s to urge him silently to speak up.
He had stopped mid-action, the rustle of the plastic coming to a pause as he smiled at me in an almost endearing way. Why wasn’t he saying anything?
“We’re not a...what, May?” His tone was dripping with sugary affection and it was the first time he’d addressed me using my nickname. I didn’t like the way it sounded coming off of his lips, in an artificial moment such as this one where he was simply challenging me to complete that sentence. Somehow, it angered me.
The old lady exchanged a glance with Leo, and observed the heated flush of my face before giggling shyly. “Oh, to be young and feel love’s first touch.”
Leo shot her a dazzling grin, blinding her with his pearly white teeth and good looks. I could’ve sworn she almost fell off her chair. Embarrassed beyond words, I simply slapped the exact dollar bills and change required for the payment on the counter and stalked over to Leo, bumping him away - hard - with my hip and grabbed the rest of the bags. He gave an over-the-top farewell to the cashier, grabbed the receipt and followed me out of the supermarket doors.
“What was that?” I spun around. The strength of my voice didn’t match that of the furious glare I was giving him.
“What?” he asked innocently.
Narrowing my eyes at him, I hissed, “Why didn’t you deny that we’re a couple?”
“Tell me this Makayla, are you a frequent shopper at this supermarket?”
“What does that have to do with-”
“Answer the question.”
“...no,” I grumbled.
“Well then, what difference does it make what she thinks of us? It’s not like you’ll ever see her again.”
Observing the silence that followed, Leo smirked knowingly, “Exactly,” then instructed me to follow him. I did, maintaining my quiet although I was fuming on the inside. Sure, he was right. It didn’t make any difference whether or not she thought we were a couple as she was just some random stranger working in a supermarket chain but there was more to it just than that. Leo liked finding entertainment in silly little plays such as these. Besides, that affectionate purr of his back there was still ringing through my head. I didn’t like fake plays.