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“Look, it’s on sale,” Eve pointed at the pile of onions as soon as they got the trolley.
Villanelle raised her eyebrows as the older woman left her with the empty trolley and walked to the onions. She was sure Eve hadn’t written "onions" in their grocery list. A woman with a terrible hat stared at the Korean. Villanelle glared back at her until she walked away and smirked.
Eve was busy picking the best onions when Villanelle approached her with their empty trolley. “Uh, who said that I shouldn’t have bought anything out of the grocery list again?” the blond woman said.
Eve paused. “But it’s cheap.”
Villanelle decided to let that go. “Give me the list. I’ll get them.”
“Oh, we can get them together.”
The younger woman then thought that it was Eve’s way of saying that she wanted to spend more time together. She bit her lip before saying, “Alright, I’ll just get the milk over there.”
At that same time, Eve realized that Villanelle never even needed the list. She chuckled as she saw the blonde’s back, pushing the trolley to the milk corner. Villanelle had heard that chuckle, she knew that Eve knew and the thought satisfied her.
Reaching the rows of milk, Villanelle almost took the usual brand they had, but then the one beside it was on discount and she remembered that Eve aways told her to check the discounted products. This domestic life was strange for her, but she tried, so she picked up the usual milk with her right hand, and the discounted one with the left hand.
Staring at the nutritional facts on the back of the carton, for the first time, she noticed the song playing on the background. The supermarket’s playlist was old and so mainstream. But Villanelle knew that Eve had noticed too, because their eyes met instantly, followed by a grin on Villanelle’s face as Eve rolled her eyes without hiding a smile.
Wise men say
Only fools rush in
But I can't help falling in love with you
Walking back with two boxes of milk in different brands, Villanelle fixed her eyes on the older woman with the same grin. She was already humming the song.
Eve could hear it from afar and scoffed. “No, don’t even start,” she said, putting the onions into the trolley. She then walked away with the grocery list.
Villanelle walked faster to catch up, almost lifting up the trolley just to make it out of her way to be able to walk beside the older woman. She then sang with a perfect American accent, “Take my hand.”
“Nope.”
“Take my whole life too.”
“Villanelle!” Eve finally turned to see the younger woman, her face and her smug smile.
The smile never left as they continued walking to get the next item on their list.
On their way home, Villanelle kept humming the song until Eve yelled at her. The humming continued as they unpacked the grocery and only stopped when Eve protested about the two boxes of milk with a “It doesn’t mean you should buy both.” (Which Villanelle answered with a grin and a shrug.) At night after dinner, she sang again, “Take my hand,” giving her hand to Eve, who was about to do the dishes, then hugged her with a “take my whole life too,” completely ignoring Eve’s protest. She then took Eve’s hand and swung her, so that they were facing each other, arms in arms, just like when they were having their first dance. The younger woman could see the dash of pink on the older one’s cheek.
She then continued, “For I can’t help falling in love with you.”
Eve couldn’t escape anymore and let the woman holding her body see her blushing and lead their movements. Villanelle gave her a genuine smile, without the smugness, without the tease, without the playfulness.
Villanelle then leaned closer and sang the last note right before their lips touched. As they kissed, the song played from their speakers.
Eve smiled in disbelief when their lips separated. “Since when have you been planning this?”
“Since I put the grocery bag on the counter, before you complained about the milk.”
Eve hummed. “You and your big brain.” Their forehead was touching as they swayed in sync.
“We’re much better than the last time,” Villanelle said.
“I wonder why,” the older woman chuckled. For the first time, she was grateful for the overpriced hi-tech speakers Villanelle had bought a couple of months ago. Eve then rested her head on Villanelle’s shoulder, breathing in her scent. “As soon as the song ends, do you want to…”
The younger woman now let out a laugh, knowing that they would ruin the couch. “Give it one more go. It feels nice,” she whispered on Eve’s ear, breathing in her scent.
Eve chuckled again. “Yeah.”
As they held each other, letting the music guide their movement, they just knew that they were holding rest of their lives in their arms.