"Gray!" called Claire from all the way down the road. There was no mistaking his signature cap.
"Ah… Can I help you?" replied Gray, looking a little miffed.
"Would you?"
"Work is very demanding."
"I can fulfill your demands," Claire offered.
"I'm leaving now-"
"Please?"
"... depends," he huffed. "But since you're making that face, I'm starting to lean back towards no."
"Aw, shut it!" She pouted. Why hadn't her specially planned and practiced puppy dog eyes worked?
"What is it? Make it quick."
"Take this stick!" Gray gave her a blank stare. "I don't have room for it and my farm is just so far!"
"What am I, your personal garbage can?"
"No, but we can get personal if that's what you'd like!" Gray swore he just choked on air, and was sputtering out the best he could make into a response but then he realized the blonde was already walking away. And he was now holding a stick. What just happened!?
