Juliette's POV
I wasn’t even supposed to be out this early.
It was one of those mornings when your fridge mocks you. Half a bottle of orange juice, expired milk, and a single tomato rolling around like it owns the place. So yeah, I had to go grocery shopping.
The sun was barely up when I parked outside the supermarket. It was quiet, the kind of peaceful that made the city feel almost kind. A few old ladies with trolleys, a couple of delivery trucks unloading boxes, and the smell of freshly baked bread wafting from the bakery section near the entrance.
"Perfect." I whispered as I inhaled the delicious smell sharply.
Get in, grab what I need, get out. Ten minutes tops.
I pushed a cart and started with the basics: eggs, butter, coffee, cereal, a bottle of wine I probably didn’t need. M
