Ivo burst into the house with the dinner supplies while I was in the dining room, typing away and not taking my eyes off the computer, until something crashed to the floor.
—Do you need help? —I asked as neutrally as I could, not wanting to sound sarcastic, but Ivo's expression showed he didn't appreciate my comment at all.
—Please —he responded curtly. I closed my computer and walked over to take some of the groceries he had—, thanks. I didn't know you needed to bring your own reusable bag for the supermarket. Besides, everything is so expensive.
—Really? They haven't given out bags for about 4 years —I avoided laughing at him while handling the groceries, and then took the receipt to check the costs—. But these prices are the same as always.
He looked at me, confused, and it was clea
