NO TIME TO DIE ◦ 𝒔𝒂𝒎 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓

chapter seventeen.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN:
LONG DISTANCE CALL.

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A HARSH FLICK to the back of the head made Birdie suddenly flinch. She sharply turned her head towards the figure standing behind her, her lips parted and a glare etched on her face as she stared straight at Bobby. "What the fuck was that for?"

"I told you no," he firmly said, returning her glare.

"Oh, come on, Bobby," Birdie quietly groaned, keeping her hand raised towards the Oreos that were near the top shelf of the grocery store; her fingers were just inches away from being able to grab them. "You're all out!"

"And whose goddamn fault is that?" Bobby pointedly retorted as he kept one hand on the shopping cart in front of him. They'd been at the grocery store for only a few minutes with just three things on Bobby's list, and Birdie had already managed to sneak in six different types of snacks, but Bobby had caught onto her this time.

Birdie scoffed, letting her hand drop back down at her side. "Uh, yours."

Bobby's eyes noticeably widened, gaping at the younger woman. "My fuckin' ass it is!"

An annoyed huff left Birdie's lips, throwing her head back as Bobby started to walk further down the aisle to keep moving along. Birdie slowly trailed after him, her eyes raking over all of the dozens of other snacks that were just calling out her name, begging her to eat them. Her eyes flickered back over to Bobby, twisting her lips as she looked at the row beside only to stop when her eyes fell on a bag of triple stuffed Oreos.

She stepped over and grabbed them, scrunching up her nose when she heard Bobby's voice. "Put it back, Birdie," he said, annoyance laced in his tone.

"You know. . .these were. . .my dad's favorite snack of all time," Birdie softly said, a frown beginning to appear on her lips.

Bobby knitted his brows together, eyes suspiciously narrowed. "I thought his favorite snack was chips."

Birdie pursed her lips, thinking for a moment before she faintly nodded her head. "I-he had more than one favorite. . .but Oreos topped everything."

Bobby shifted, folding his arms over his chest as his eyes burned into Birdie. "Are you usin' your dead father as an excuse for me to buy you some damn Oreos?"

"Uh. . .no?"

Bobby heavily sighed, momentarily closing his eyes as he did so. "Fine, but you ain't gettin' anything else."

Birdie brightly beamed, snatching the Oreos off the shelf before hurrying back over to Bobby to place them in the cart. "Thank you, Bobby."

Bobby shook his head, placing his hands on the cart as he started to exit the aisle. "This is the last time I take you shoppin' with me."