"Pick whatever you want," Hunter said for the hundredth time since they had entered the supermarket.
"We have to be careful, I cannot risk ruining these moments because of some weird fans" Henry held his hood over his head very well to conceal his identity.
"What about telling everyone you are here?" A tingle was in Hunter's face. Henry covered his mouth with his hand.
"You cannot do that. And you know I am here alone, there are no guards around to keep my back" He whispered in Hunter's ear.
Hunter took Henry's hand from his mouth, it appeared as if he did it without even feeling it. Henry's grip was no match to his muscular arms.
"In that case, I have to be your guard. I will keep your back" Hunter laughed as he took a bottle of yoga into the trolley.
Henry noticed he was doing it too often. He would not be able to finish drinking all of it in a month. Too odd!
"Let me help you with this" Henry reached for the trolley.
"No need. I can do it. What do you want the press to say if they see you moving this? They will probably convince everyone that your Coach is an imposing man"
"Who would tell them? We are here alone…." A glance over his shoulder made him stop whatever he was saying. He was sure someone had gotten clue of who he was.
"We have to be fast," Henry said urgently.
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"I know, but be still. You stand out more than anything if you walk too fast" Hunter chided.
"We should have gone somewhere else. This place is too crowded and it's making me nervous" Henry said as he walked beside Hunter. He could not let go of the thought that someone was staring at him.
He thought he heard the clicking sound of the camera. Damn it! Someone was not trying to take a picture of him. That was the last thing he wanted. He quickened his steps, and Hunter guessing what was happening too, increased his pace.
"Be calm. I didn't train you to be this nervous" Hunter whispered.
"I am damn scared of the press. I have a lot of problems already, if I should add theirs to it, I doubt I will be able to sleep tonight" Henry wanted to glance over his shoulder again to be sure someone was really coming, but he could not.
"How about checking if someone is coming?" He asked under his breath as they increased the distance between them and whosoever was coming behind them.
"You have to wait for me. Let's pick more things" Hunter suggested
"What do we need to cook for tonight? I am tired of eating pizza" Henry said with the calmest voice he could mutter. He hoped it works and the person sees him as someone else.
"Nice one, man" Hunter winked at Henry before turning back.
A disapproving look was on his face as he stared back at Henry.
"No one is there. I think you are just imagining things"
"I am sure someone was walking behind us" Henry argued, but it was of no use since Hunter had already started dumping things into the trolley again.
"If you make that filled, how are you going to get it to the cashier?" Henry asked just as he was about putting another thing in the trolley.
"That should be my problem, not yours. And, we planned to make this interesting. If you keep making a fuss about everything I do, there is no way we are going to enjoy it" Hunter stopped pushing the trolley to look at him.
"Well, do it your way. I am just concerned, you know how your health is" Henry shrugged.
"I am not a kid. I hate that look on your face. I didn't tell you about it so that you can pity me. Just wanted to let you know".
"Pity? It seems you have forgotten who I am. I don't have a heart that pitys'' Henry jokes.
"You have to think over what you are doing. I mean, you have to consider it if you are doing the right thing by ignoring Amy. She really cares about you" he stopped pushing the trolley and stared at Henry.
"You are not going to ruin this moment, are you?" Henry tried dismissing the topic. He was not in the mood for it.
"Think Henry, I will not be always here for you" Hunter went fast to pay for what they had brought. Henry, already used to the game, ran after Hunter, a smile on his face.