Hello it’s me Carrillo anon and I’m here to scream! I went to the farmers market today and all I could think about was being there with Carrillo. Hold hands, picking fresh fruits and breads together. Sampling home baked goods. Getting lunch at one of the local restaurants that’s nearby - 🏹
HELLO BB HOW ARE YOU I’M LOSING MY MIND!!
“We should get food,” you pull at his arms, weaving through the crowded market as your fingers laced with his. You held a small bag in your other hand that was already filled with produce, swinging it back and forth slightly as Horacio admonished for you to slow down, please.
“We already got food, querida,” he reminds you, looking down at the groceries in your hands. You roll your eyes softly, pulling him forward.
“Yeah but not like, food food,” you say, pausing in your steps until Horacio can meet beside you.
“Well once you cook what you bought, it’ll be food,” he responds, a small smile on his lips when you huff an I guess under your breath.
“Tell you what,” he begins, reaching to rest an arm around your waist as you walk. “We can go over there,” he points to a small restaurant at the end of the street, the face of it open with small tables on the outside lawn. “And then afterwards for dinner, I’ll make you food food.”
You cock your head in mock consideration. “Promise?”
“Promise,” he finishes, nosing a kiss into your hair.
