~ Chapter 72 ~

"So you've literally never played basketball before" I hum following Scott round the store as he pushes the trolley. I take it upon me to fill the trolley up.

"I've never needed it to" he shrugs and stop when I pause to carry a jar of Mayonnaise from the shelve. We'll need this for making New Years dishes and salads.

"Wait! Tell me how your highschool days were like?" I ask. We've never really talked about this stuffs but everyday, I leaned new things about Scott. He's like an atlas full of wonders. I can't get enough of knowing him. Each time I think I do, he surprises me.

"Nothing much. Went to school, failed my tests lots of times, fooled around and got lots of tattooes"

I smile, trailing my finger up the rose on his arm. "I love them"

"What?"

"You're tattoos. It's like who you are, poured out in ink" I giggle. We move on through the store again, Scott had a really char