Feet on Fire: Meeting his Ex girlfriend

Their playful exchange continued as they moved through the aisles, handpicking items from their mental grocery list. Ethan's keen eye for quality and practicality guided their choices, ensuring they made the best selections.

"Ethan, do we really need three different types of hot sauce?" Camila asked, raising an eyebrow at his enthusiasm for spice. "I don't want our kitchen to become a fire-breathing dragon's den."

Ethan chuckled, a grin spreading across his face. "Oh, come on, Camila. A little heat adds excitement to our dishes. Trust me, you'll love it," he replied, his voice filled with playful confidence.

Nathalie discreetly entered the bustling supermarket, her face concealed beneath a scarf and oversized glasses. Determined to avoid recognition from her fans or anyone else, she walks the aisles with caution. It had been a while since she had landed an acting role or gig, and she longed for the comfort of a home-cooked meal. However, her usual staff was sick, leaving Nathalie with