I watched a little jealously as Nikolai grabbed a basket, and one of the attendants gave him a flirtatious smirk, then subtly let her hand push open her shirt.
Nikolai gave a small smile, then turned to me, his free hand grabbing my waist.
"We should go," he said, his voice low, yet loud enough for her to hear. "I promised you dinner."
I bit down on my lip, and he smiled, then led me towards the long aisles. I helped him pick out a few, and while I was more keen on picking out the things Mum never let me have, he waited to read labels and check dates cautiously.
"Oldie," I said, as he stopped to read everything on the back of another can.
He looked up, then smiled, dropping it back. "I don't think I am that old."
I shrugged. "You are acting like you are that old."
"I am not," he sai
