Grocery shopping. Roman wasn’t a huge fan, and here’s why. He always went while he was hungry, because when he was full, he didn’t feel like walking around an entire fucking building trying to find things that he’d put in his cart, and then half of it would sit in the pantry and fridge until it was expired. He’d just order in instead. He always told himself that he would try to learn cooking. Why do today what you could do tomorrow? Plus, he was really bloody exhausted, and was considering straight up sitting his basket in the floor, and leaving. His head snapped towards a voice as a natural reaction when it sounded like he was being beckoned. Oh god, he didn’t immediately recognize the girl, but his first though was ‘Shit, did we hook up and I just don’t remember?’ He would feel awful, holy lord. But, then she was telling him what she actually needed, which made his shoulders relax in relief. Yes, yes he could definitely grab something as opposed to being a giant, gaping asshole. “Yeah, no problem!” Ro laughed at her humor, finding it pretty damn cute. “Food coloring seems like a weird thing to keep at the top.” Roman observed while grabbing what she needed, and handing it over.
“Right? That’s exactly what I was thinking because it’s one of your smallest items... I guess if you think of it in the sense of it being the lightest, I can see why it’d be up there instead of lower, but, still, thank you for agreeing with me,” Ryleigh expresses, a friendly smile finding her lips. She takes the small box from him, grateful for his presence. “I think it’s a conspiracy,” she continues her earlier thought as she shifts to set the box inside of her cart - she really didn’t need as many supplies as she was buying, but what if she had an urge at three in the morning and she couldn’t run out to the grocery store to get what she needed? It would be such a travesty for her, so it’s better to be prepared than unprepared. “All of the good ice cream is at the top of the freezers in the freezer section, too. I almost got frost bite one time trying to get one from the top shelf because I had to lean over so far,” she whispers conspiratorially, hoping her tone reaps the jest she’s speaking with. She’s not really a conspiracy theorist nor does she think grocery stores are actually set up to torture their shorter customer (though there are some stores that make her question otherwise on that front).
