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“If I told you, it wouldn’t be a surprise, would it?”
“I suppose not. But if I’m driving to this place, then surely I’ll need to know where I’m going, won’t I?”
“Now you’re just fishing…”
He’s not wrong… but he’s also clearly not going to tell me. Instead, he picks up his apron and leads me out of the studio. We can’t hold hands as there are still too many people around, but we make our way back to the rehearsal studio, grab our things, and head for the elevators. I’m intrigued about what he’s got planned for us, and judging by the glint in his eyes, he’s enjoying this far more than he should.
“What should I pack?” I ask, looking over at Mac. He’s standing in the doorway of my dressing room, having changed out of his too-tight t-shirt, into a white button-down shirt, and I’m staring at my open bag, wondering what to put inside.
“A toothbrush?”
“Be serious, Mac.”
He steps closer. “I am being serious. But I guess if you insist on taking clothes as well, then warm ones would be best.”
It’s the middle of November, so I think I could have worked that out for myself.
“How long do I need to pack for?”
“We’re coming back on Monday.”
“Okay.”
I grab a couple of pairs of jeans, four t-shirts, some sweaters, a thick cardigan and some socks, as well as underwear, and look up to see him smiling at me.
“What’s wrong?”
“I meant this coming Monday… not the one after.”
“Very funny.”
He chuckles and I pack a few toiletries, adding them to my bag before I close it up. “Done?” he asks.
“Yes.”
“Good… let’s go.”
He takes my bag, grabbing my hand at the same time, and leads me out of the apartment.
“Okay… so where are we going?” I ask as I start the car and look over at him.
“The grocery store.”
“Excuse me?”
“We’re gonna need a few supplies.”
I shake my head and drive out of the parking garage, going a few blocks to a side road where there’s a small grocery store.
“Will this do?”
“It’ll be fine.”
“Am I allowed to come in with you?”
“Of course.” He smiles. “You think I know what to buy?”
I join him on the sidewalk and he takes my hand again, guiding me into the store, where he takes a small cart and starts pushing it around. “This place you’re taking me to… we’re going to have to cook?” I look up at him.
