Cariba POV
The rest of the day sped by, and soon, Tammy, Robbie and I were all pile in my little bug. I swerved a couple of times, because Robbie kept cracking jokes. He's a really funny guy. I don't know what it is about him, but he just draws attention.
When we got to the mall, I noticed that Robbie shied away from anything metal. Weird, he must not like metal very much.
We sat down at a table in Starbucks, and Tammy immediately started talking.
"How old are you? Do you have a girlfriend? What's your favorite color? What sort of food do you like?"
"Give him a chance to breath, T. " I scolded.
"Ha ha. I'm 16,no, green, and I really like apples." Robbie said with a grin.
"You don't have a girlfriend? Cariba's been waiting for a guy to come along who isn't a total jerk you guy's should totally- mmmf!"
I clapped my hand over her mouth before she could embarrass me further, and felt my face heat. Glancing at Robbie I saw that he was wearing a wide smirk.
"I apologize for her ramblings. Tammara, a word please?"
"Whaaat? " she complained as I took my hand away. "It's true! You guys would be totally cute together!"
"Are you going to mortally embarrass me in front of every cute guy I meet? That is not stuff you go spouting to people like him!"
" Aww, c'mon. You know you want to. You won't be able to resist sooner or later!" she sang.
I smacked her gently upside the head. "Let's go get our coffee."
As we sat down with our drinks, I fiddled with my had been passed down along my family from my great-great-great grandmother in Ireland.
Robbie poked my hand. "Nice ring, Scottie. Where'dja get it?"
" It's been passed down from my Irish great-great-great grandmother. It kinda acts as my good luck charm." I replied,"It's a riddle-ring, and one of the more complicated ones. There are eight parts to it."
"So what happens if you take it apart?"
"I dunno. Mom is always telling me not to take it apart because it's really hard to put back together." I glanced over at Tammy, and saw that she was looking at us with an odd expression on her face.
"What?" I asked her.
"Oh, nothing." She looked at her watch," Crap, I gotta go. Mom's gonna kill me if I'm late again. See ya later chicka!"
She stood and twiddled her fingers at us, and then trotted off.
" I probably go, too." I smiled at Robbie.
"Can I walk you home?" he said, but it was more of a statement than a question.
"Sure, thanks." I smiled as he bowed and offered me his arm, as if he were from medieval times.