”’Essential oils’. What the heck is that supposed to mean?” I said, sounding detached. My voice startled even me, and I was sure he was surprised I was talking.

My eyes roamed over the body soap, and I caught glance of the words towards the bottom.

”’Hapyful?’” I said incredulously holding the offensively pink liquid soap out at arm’s length. “That’s not even a word!”

“Aidan…”

My eyes darted to the side, but I still didn’t directly address him.

What did you want me to do?! I was embarrassed, not to mention that I felt disconcertingly like a fifth grader again.

I didn’t want to go back to that Aidan.

I didn’t want to revert to the one who cried at the drop of a hat, blushed at the slightest profanity and looked down at her shoes as if they were the most interesting thing in the world when someone that was a somebody actually talked to her.

”’Extract of bergamot’, eh? What if I don’t find this ‘hapyful’, but relaxing? Will they sue me then?”

“Aidan!”

This time, I turned around.