She stiffened;
'Damn it Mon, no chick flick emotions! Get over yourself!'
Tayshaun slid back to her with two shopping bags filled with supplies.
A mischievous grin curled at the edges of his mouth as he bounced in her direction. In his sockets, both his eyes twinkled like a hyena as he stretched his arms towards her;
"It's crazy. All I had to say was I'm going on a mission with you, and ol' dude gave me like half off on everything! He says he wants his name to be a part of this mission when he gets back. . ."
Tayshaun shrugged- heaving his broad shoulders and bulging biceps;
". . .can't say I blame him though. Everyone's fascinated by your stardom."
Monica's arms came undone. Her leather boots slid off the wall- screeching all the way. She glowered at him;
"So, you thought it was a good idea to tell a talkative shop keeper you were going off on a mission with me?"
She hissed;
