Caroline helped him replace the cans, a small smile on her face. “I don’t like asking for help, which, ironically, is also how this happened,” she pointed to her injured arm. “Just the cereal up there. I’ll have to write a strongly worded letter to your manager about moving my favourite cereal to the top row.” She joked, laughing.
“I will have to mention it to him then. That’s just uncalled for,” he joked as he reached up and grabbed two boxes for her. “There you go. Next time you need to grab something just ask for Zeke,” he said pointing to his nametag. “I’m almost always around.”






