“I’m inclined to say best.”
He wrinkled his nose at my answer.
I turned to face him, holding onto the cart while walking backward. “And before you unfairly judge me, you have to know that after Rory went to prison, I didn’t get to go to parties because my grandparents said Halloween was Satan’s holiday, so my dad caved to their nonsense and didn’t let me go. Then he died and I didn’t have a prayer of ever going to anything fun like a costume party. So imagine my excitement when my roommates wanted to have a Halloween party my first year of nursing school.”
He grinned, matching mine. “Let me guess, you dressed up as a naughty nurse.”
“Pfft …” I shook my head.
I totally dressed up as a naughty nurse. I also had sex with Batman that night. Good sex. Two beers, lowered inhibitions, and false confidence sex.
Naughty nurse ended up dating Batman for eight weeks.
Fisher eyed me through his funny glasses. “Then what was your costume?”
“Um …” I glanced around as if I’d see something and use it.
“You were a naughty nurse.”
“I wasn’t!” I giggled.
“Liar.”
I turned forward again, still giggling. He knew. And I could no longer hide it.
We spent an hour in Target. There was a lot one could learn about a person by spending an hour with them in Target, such as neither one of us cared that people were looking at us in our hat and glasses.
Fisher was a huge Star Wars fan.
I owned over thirty Barbies by the time I was ten.
We both loved big mirrors.
Fisher had never played pickle ball.
And I was a sucker for bookends in the shape of animals. Specifically elephants.
“Your list … what did you need?” he asked as we approached the pharmacy area.
I sighed, no longer feeling like I wanted to hide my list and come back later. “I need deodorant and tampons. What do you need?” I quickly countered before he had a chance to react to the tampons.
“Mouthwash and condoms.”
Gulp …
He steered the cart toward the tampons first.
Figures.
“Applicator? No applicator? Regular? Super? These are made with organic cotton in case your vagina is eco-conscious.”
And there it came … that blush only Fisher could bring out of me so quickly. I snagged the box I needed and tossed it into the cart.
“So your vagina is eco-conscious.” He grinned. “Noted.”
Oh my gosh … what exactly is he “noting” and why?
We grabbed my deodorant and his mouthwash, making our final stop in the condom aisle.
“I’m a little surprised Angie isn’t on the pill.” I fidgeted with the hem of my T-shirt. Old habits never died.
“Apparently, she went off the pill in preparation for getting pregnant.”
I nodded. “So you’re going to have kids right away. That’s exciting.”
He tossed a box of condoms in the cart. “I’m not sure if it’s exciting, hence the condoms. I’m a little hesitant to make a child with someone if I’m not sold on the idea of marrying them yet.”
I followed a few steps behind him.
“So you’re just going to hump her and dump her.”