“Wait a minute,” Josie rummaged in her bag before grabbing a piece of paper. She quickly scanned through it.
“What?”
“I’m looking at your dietary requirements; what you like and do not like to eat!” Dexter had given her that piece of paper, and she had carried it with her since being reprimanded yesterday.
Dexter was stunned.
Josie shook her head as she looked through the list.
I can’t believe this guy. He is so boring; he doesn’t eat sweets, and there’re so few things he likes to eat. It’s like food is just a means of survival to him.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“I feel sorry for you.” She looked at him pitifully.
“Don’t you like Italian? Let’s have this,” Dexter said coolly as he grabbed a jar of spicy arrabbiata sauce from the shelf.
Josie’s eyes lit up, and she teased, “So, you like spicy food? Why didn’t you say? I’m a pro at that.”
Dexter had no time to retaliate as Josie sped off to grab some ingredients. She did not stop to choose her groceries. Soon, the cart was full of food.
“Julie will probably think we’re feeding a zoo,” Dexter said with a raised eyebrow.
Josie reached for an eggplant impulsively and said, “If you say anything else, I’m going to force you to eat ratatouille.”
Dexter’s eyebrows disappeared into his hairline as he avoided looking at the eggplant.
Josie burst out in laughter, “Oh my gosh! I can’t believe the mighty Mr. Russell is scared of an eggplant.”
She was laughing so loudly that she garnered the attention of passersby.
Dexter felt embarrassed standing next to her. He quickly clasped his hand over her mouth and whispered into her ear, “Stop laughing!”
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