(Deo POV's)
He instantly headed for the produce section which, just at that private moment, I had just noticed to be so large. I always been there but at the absence of common people around, its vastness showed.
"I'll take your cart," I said to him.
"No," he nodded to the array of pushcarts, "get one for yourself."
He seemed to be buying a lot of things.
Was that the by-product of fatherhood? Cool huh, an untamed dog suddenly becoming a meek little puppy that is careful not to bark.
I approached the tall windows and saw how crowded it was outside. The media and some paparazzi were there too.
Sales crews assisted Rhio as he passed through the stalls and picked each type of fruit he could see. Jasminwouldn't be able to eat all of it before they rot.
"Did we get all the fruit varieties in the cart?" Rhio turned to me.
"Absolutely."
"Good. What else does a pregnant woman needs?"