She smelled blueberries right before the glint of sun off the golden pie-eating medallion hit her eyes.
"Harvey's with Davis, Shego," Drakken whined. "It's gym class all over again!"
Sighing, she sat up, glancing around at the henchmen, partnered up and already tying their legs together for the ridiculous race.
She couldn't believe he never realized the same thing happened every August twenty-fourth. As long as none of the henchmen squealed that she paid them not to partner with him she'd keep doing it.
She got two minutes a year with his arm around her shoulders. She liked those minutes.