Sunday Roast
They finally reached the place and had no trouble looking for a parking lot. Seth extracted a trolley and smiled. His striking blue eyes sparkled with delight. “Let’s go shopping,” he said, looking like a big boy ready for a shopping spree.
Seth couldn’t help himself looking at Jenna surreptitiously, and he was adept at doing it without being noticed. He was a consummate actor anyway; ten years of acting experience and both winner and nominee of movie awards that he didn’t even remember.
“Is there anything particular you are looking for?” Jenna asked, removing her gloves and shoved them into her bag.
Seth skimmed through the rack filled with magazines. “Some fruits, juice, and whatever food that looks nice. What about you?”
Jenna pondered for a while. “Hmm… since we are here, I might as well look for some edibles.”