Aria
A little while later, we pulled up to the expensive supermarket downtown—you know, the type of supermarket where only the rich and people who are pretending to be rich but are really putting themselves into debt go to shop.
Already, I felt a little out of place as we stepped out of the car and headed inside. I did look somewhat professional since I was still wearing my work clothes—a white button-down tucked into a pencil skirt, boots, and a peacoat over the top—but considering that everything was thrifted, I felt like I stuck out here like a sore thumb.
Especially with a man who looked like he just stepped out of an issue of GQ walking beside me.
“This shouldn’t take long,” Darren said, reaching for a cart. “I usually just zip through the produce section and meat depa
