"Mason ketchup or mustard?" I asked as I analysed both products in my hand.
I didn't hear a response right away, so I quickly glanced over my shoulder to see what had him distracted now. Mason is always distracted.
Just as expected, he was staring intently at a box of cake mix on the other side of the aisle. He doesn't seem to take his own shopping seriously, no wonder he asked me to 'help' him.
"Mason!" He jumped swiftly at the sound of my voice, whipping his head around to look at me. I held up both products in my hand with a very unimpressed look on my face, watching as he scratched the back of his neck before pointing to the ketchup.
I threw the bottle in our cart and proceeded to move down the aisle. From the corner of my eyes, I could see him trying to hide the box of cake mix be
