The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

The shopping cart flew through the aisles, with shelves zooming past on either side.

Paige sat in the cart, experiencing the supermarket from a height she’d never had before. What was once within easy reach was now completely out of touch, and even the supermarket itself felt bigger. The novelty of it gradually eased her discomfort.

“Let’s check out the water,” Paige pointed to a nearby shelf.

“Alright,” Enrico agreed, pushing her without a care in the world. Since Paige couldn’t reach anything from the cart, she directed him, “Second shelf on the left, grab a few bottles.”

Enrico lifted his hand and effortlessly placed several bottles of water at her feet.

Paige pretended to pick out snacks that everyone at the new Rose Estate liked, preparing to buy some for him as well, but Enrico stopped the cart in the candy section.

The candy shelves were packed with various sweets, stacked layer upon layer.

Just as Paige glanced at them, a pair of arms wrapped loosely around her from behind.

Enrico leaned over, half-supporting himself on the cart, gently encircling her. His long fingers played with two boxes of candy. His head lowered beside hers, his deep voice soft, “Do you think this is mint-flavored?”

His breath enveloped her in an intimate closeness. Trapped in the cart, Paige found herself with nowhere to hide, her body involuntarily tensing.

His magnetic voice, combined with the warmth of his breath, tickled her ear like a deliberate tease, making her ear turn hot.

“Hmm?” Enrico lowered his gaze, watching her with deep, captivating eyes.

The man’s chest lightly pressed against her back. Paige’s heart skipped a beat as she stared back at him, wide-eyed.

“…”

She realized she was being flirted with-by nine-year-old Enrico.

It took her a while to regain her composure. Glancing down at his hands, she saw his elegant fingers turning the candy box, while the distinctive stag tattoo on his hand caught her eye.

Collecting herself, she replied, “It’s not mint.”

“Oh,” Enrico released her.

“…”

Paige sat in the cart, tugging at her collar and silently exhaling. She had almost kissed him just now.

He wasn’t mature enough for a romantic relationship yet. They needed to take it slow.

Just as she was trying to calm herself, Enrico leaned down again from behind, this time holding two more candy boxes, “What about these two? Are they mint?”

His breath brushed her cheek once more.

Paige straightened her posture, her nerves tingling. Confined in the small space he had created, she shook her head slightly, “Not those either.”

Undeterred, Enrico didn’t pull back this time. He stayed close, continuing to half-embrace her while reaching for more candy boxes from the shelves, asking again and again, without tiring.

After going through about twenty boxes with none being mint-flavored, Paige couldn’t take it anymore. She suddenly tilted her head back and pressed her soft lips to his chin.

From her angle, his jawline looked especially tempting, even his eyelashes seemed to be teasing her.

This time, Enrico froze, his breathing quickening with excitement at his victory. He rested one hand on her shoulder, lowering his head to kiss her. But before he could, Paige swiftly moved past his face, sitting up in the cart and grabbing a box of candy, “This one is mint.”

“… Oh.”

Enrico straightened up and continued pushing the cart forward, his eyes filled with disappointment, though his voice remained calm, “Anything else you want?”

“I’m not picky about food,” Paige said, “I like sweet things.”

“Alright,” Enrico responded, pushing her past one aisle after another, grabbing random snacks and tossing them into the cart.

Before long, Paige’s legs were buried under a pile of snacks.

Enrico continued picking out snacks while glancing at her, but her expression remained calm, as if the kiss had been nothing more than an accidental brush. He couldn’t find another opportunity.

“Wow, wow!”

A child’s voice echoed from not far away, unusually clear in the quiet, nearly empty supermarket.

Paige looked up to see a young couple pushing a toddler, around two or three years old, sitting in a cart. The child wore a little yellow hat, her feet also surrounded by groceries, and she was bouncing excitedly, “Fly, I want to fly!”

“Alright, hold on tight, sweetheart,” the doting father said before running with the cart, making the little girl giggle uncontrollably, “Flying, flying!”

“…”

Paige looked at the warm family scene, then at her own cart, overflowing with snacks, and smiled. It seemed like nine-year-old Enrico was treating her like a child too.

But it didn’t feel bad.

The smile on Paige’s lips deepened. When she saw a pack of jelly on a nearby shelf, she reached out to grab it.

“Hold on tight,” Enrico’s low voice came suddenly at her ear.

Paige’s hand missed the jelly as the cart’s wheels sped up. Enrico was mimicking the couple, pushing the cart at a fast pace.

With his long legs and stride, he moved even faster than the father. Paige felt the wind rush against her face as everything around her blurred, shelves racing by, and just as they were about to crash into a stack of cookies, Enrico skillfully veered the cart, giving them a clear path…

It felt like being on a human-powered rollercoaster.

“…”

Paige wanted to tell Enrico to stop, but there was a small part of her, embarrassed yet thrilled, that found it fun.

“Big sis is flying! Wow!”

The little girl in the other cart stared wide-eyed as Enrico and Paige raced through the aisles, clapping her hands in excitement, “Flying, flying!”

Enrico finally stopped after circling most of the store. He patted Paige’s head, panting slightly, “So, little girl, was that fun?”

“…”

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The young mother from earlier laughed at them, turning to her husband, “They look so happy, don’t they?”

“…”

Paige pulled her hat down over her face.

But Enrico wasn’t letting it go. He leaned closer again, “Answer me.”

“It was fun,” Paige muttered. She couldn’t deny that she had been fully immersed in this childish game, something she hadn’t done in so long she could hardly remember.

It was oddly therapeutic.

When the world whizzed by like that, all her worries seemed to disappear.

“I knew you were the real child,” Enrico smirked.

“…”

Paige felt like he was trying to make a point-was he upset that she treated him like a child? Wasn’t she being fair?

She glanced to the side and noticed the toothbrush section. “Where are you planning to stay when you return?”