"This is ridiculous Ace. Why should I have to buy you clothes? For that matter, why do I have to wait here while you spend my money?" he calls as I slide the sweater down my stomach.
I step out of the change room and stare at him. "We had this discussion already Logan. You made the coffee go away; therefore I wandered around all day in my pyjamas. Now, we have to have dinner at my grandmother's, and don't have time to go back to Yale so I can change." Dear lord those abs. Through a sweater! Jesus.
"Yes, but why do I have to pay again?"
"You're the one who made the coffee go away." I place my hands on my hips for emphasis. "Good?" I twirl a bit to clear my head. Stop thinking about his abs Rory. Thoughts about his body are bad. You're mad at him. Don't forget that.
"Good." He says shortly, nodding.
I move closer, and hand him the tags. "I'm going to grab my stuff so we can go get shoes." I smile and turn back to the change room. Just don't inhale. He smells too good.
He grabs my arm, and I turn to face him. Damn he's close. "You never said anything about shoes Ace." He mutters darkly.
I arch an eyebrow. I distinctly remember specifying 'outfit'. "If you honestly think I can get away with wearing my torn sneakers A) with this outfit and B) to my grandmother's for dinner, we'll head right on over to her house now."
He sighs, and loosens his hold on my arm, dropping his hand into mine loosely. I inhale slowly. "Shoes?" he offers, meeting my eyes.
I bite my lip. I shouldn't have inhaled. He smells like coffee. Damnit. How can he possibly smell like coffee on the day the coffee disappeared? "I promise to be quick." I say quickly, dropping his hand. "We're going to be late as it is, and I may have neglected to tell her you're coming." I move back into the change room and take a few deep breaths before sliding my feet into my sneakers.
I walk up behind him, and place my pyjamas on the counter. "Could you hand me a bag?" I ask the salesgirl.
"I can put those in for you." she offers carefully.
I wave a hand. "Don't worry about it. I'll stuff them in on my way across the mall." I glance up at him and smile. "I'll be at ALDO." I hurry into the mall, and pull out my cell.
"Hello?"
"Grandma?" I ask carefully. Why is Grandma answering her own phone?
"Rory! How are you?"
"I'm good Grandma, just running a little late. I got held up and had to pick up a few things before coming."
"Not too late I hope?"
Grandma speak for ten minutes. Check. I glance back at the clothing store and see Logan crossing towards me. "Ten minutes tops, I promise."
"Well, your mother and I will see you then I suppose." She responds.
"Thanks Grandma. Love you, bye."
"I love you too dear."
I hang up quickly as he approaches. "Consider yourself lucky. I bought us all of ten minutes to pick out, try on, and buy me a pair of shoes." I comment.
"This is lucky because?"
I grin. "I am notorious for not being able to decide on a proper pair of shoes. It's one of my few girlie vices." I hurry into the store, grabbing the first salesperson I find. "Hurry! I only have ten minutes to find the perfect pair of size six shoes to match this outfit! I need them all!"
I see about four people run into the back room and grin as they start coming out with boxes. Perfect. Shoes. Shoes will distract me from the beautiful boy outside who smells like coffee. He walks slowly into the store and freezes when he looks at me. "How could you possibly have managed to find that many shoes in the thirty seconds you've been in here?" he asks.
I feel myself flush as the first sales guy approaches with three more boxes. "Like I said, I'm not very good at choosing shoes, so I just walked in and told them to start bringing things out in my size." I glance at the pile and am immediately drawn to three pairs.
"She has enough." He tells the sales guy, flopping down next to me. Coffee smelling. Distracting. God he looks good. "So what should we be looking for?"
He's going to help? That deserves an answer. "You're going to help?"
"The faster you pick, the sooner we get to leave." He glances at the shoes.
"Good point." I poke through the shoes for a bit, still focusing on the same three pair, along with a cute pair of pink ballet slippers that just don't match at all.
"Ace, we don't have time for this." He comments dryly after a bit.
I sigh. "I know. But I swear, it's between the black sling backs, knee high boots, and pumps." I lean back in the chair, contemplating carefully.
I look at the distress on her face. "Don't ever tell anyone I did this." He mutters. Did what? "She'll take them all. Can you just ring them up?" Oh.
"Logan, you don't have to –
"Will it get us out of here faster?" He asks, as I grab the sling backs and slide them on quickly.
"Well, yeah, but the boots are like two hundred dollars." I point out carefully.
He turns to me abruptly. "For a pair of shoes?"
"For a pair of knee high, lambskin leather stiletto boots." I clarify.
He looks at the sales guy. "Ring them up. If we stay here any longer she'll find more."
This is true. "Did you see those pink ballet slipper style shoes?" I offer.
"Those too, but that's it." He hands the guy his credit card and turns back to me. "And only because I'm hoping it'll impact this so called retribution of yours."
I knew there was more to this story. Weasel. I smile carefully at him. "I stand by my word. What I have planned for you is a thousand times worse than retribution."
I stand when the sales guy comes back with the slip to sign and leave him to carry the bags. Dear lord he's hot. I really need to get some air.
