"Yogurt." I mumble enough for him to hear me out.
That's the next item on the list.
Lucas takes the lead this time and I follow him from beside the stroller.
He seems to know where he's going, bringing a wave of relief flooding through my veins.
I thought we would have to spend another two and a half minutes searching for yogurt.
Dad's a huge fan when it comes to yogurt so I'll be sure to grab a lot of those.
Espiecally the bland ones. Or original ones.
Sweetness is out of the question when it comes to his taste buds.
"Oh my God. Girl, hottie twelve o clock."
Like a magnet getting lured in, I find myself searching for the source of the voice.
Not too far away, I capture two girls murmuring amongst themselves as they keep stealing glances of Lucas.
Why am I not surprise
