The fluorescent lights buzzed softly as I wandered through the near-empty grocery store, grabbing a few late-night essentials. Turning the corner, I nearly collided with him—his cart was filled with snacks and a cheeky grin spread across his face.

“Midnight cravings?” he asked, holding up a pint of ice cream.

“Something like that,” I replied, smiling back.

We ended up walking the aisles together, laughing and comparing our impulsive choices. When we reached the deserted wine section, he stopped, leaning in close.

“Think you’ll share that ice cream with me?” he murmured, his voice dropping.

I didn’t need to answer—he closed the space between us, his lips warm and inviting. The thrill of being alone in such an ordinary place turned the kiss into something extraordinary.