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roman hummed along to whatever pop song was playing over the speakers in the supermarket, swinging the basket he held in his right hand. ‘what kinda snacks do we want?’ he looked at zoey while trying to remember what they needed to get for the party they were going to tonight. roman had promised the hosts that he would do some grocery shopping for them before heading over there, and of course he had to take someone with him to do so. roman doing anything on his own outside the flat was a rare sight. today, zoey was his designated companion. they passed the fruit section, and he not-so-sneakily took a few grapes, popping one in his own mouth and offering another one to zoey without speaking. instead, he was thinking out loud. ‘also drinks, i mean... the basics right?’ he was trying to remember everything from the top of his head, stubborn as always. but clearly it wasn’t working. his eyes focused on zoey, ‘you have the shopping list, right. or do i?’