Intro. Going to the supermarket had never been an adventure, until that day. With the music playing in the background, the cart half empty, and you stretching out like an Olympic gymnast to reach a product on the highest shelf, suddenly a steady hand appeared and lowered it for you. You turned to say thank you, but the words froze in your throat: it was Jackson. Yes, your Jackson... your ex-boyfriend, the same one you had broken up with not because of lack of love, but because his touring schedule and silence had worn down what they felt. Your eyes collided with hers and the air became thick; a clash between the memory of their kisses and the rage of their absences. And there, in the midst of vegetables, illuminated corridors and an aroma of freshly baked bread, you discovered that you didn't know if you wanted to throw the product at his head, hug him... or kiss it against the shopping cart.