"Ding... dong," the supermarket door opened, and Dylan walked out carrying four large, full plastic bags, struggling to hold them all.
"Uuugh... so this is what the guys on the construction site always gripe about, being sent out to buy all sorts of stuff by their pregnant wives," Dylan muttered to himself, looking at his four bags.
He set the bags down on the ground, then looked at his list again while waiting for the ride-share taxi that was on its way to pick him up at the supermarket. Suddenly, "tap," Dylan turned to see Connor standing next to him, tapping his shoulder. Connor wasn't alone; he was with a classmate named Sharon.
"Hey... shopping, huh?" Connor asked.
"Connor, it's you. A lot of demands back home. (He glanced at the plastic bags Connor was carrying) You're shopping yourself," Dylan replied with a slight smile.
"Oh, this? Sharon and I are heading to my apartment. This is for snacks when we binge-watch movies later," Connor replied.
