As Casey expected she got out of work and now she and Cappie were walking through Rockefeller Center, arm in arm. "What are we going to do?" Cappie asked.
"Well, I was thinking we could go to Macy's. I mean your clothes look like you've worn them seven years straight. And I don't even want to think about your boxers...so the works on your wardrobe. Then we can have lunch. And then we can explore...oh maybe I'll take you to Toys R Us if you're a good boy!"
Cappie looked at her.
"What?" She asked.
"Case. I can't take your money. I just can't."
"Oh my goodness Cap! This is your thirtieth birthday celebration! Spoil yourself. Your thirty and I'm two months late."
"You already gave me twenty dollars."
"For a cab..."
"...True but...I um...just can't keep taking your savings!"
"Cappie. I'm single, and I'm successful. And Macy's is having a sale. So what's another two-hundred, plus lunch, plus a toy out of my pocket? Nothing."
Cappie sighed. "Fine. Beautify me."
"Yay!"
The next thing he knew Cappie was being pulled into the Men's section at the first ever Macy's and clothes were being shoved into his hands. Casey was flinging shirts and shorts and pants every which way.
"Now try them on."
Cappie looked at Casey with disbelief.
They left Macy's with two new pairs of jeans, three white v-neck tees, five patterned tees, one pair of khaki shorts, one white button-up, a pack of seven new pairs of boxers, and a pack of six new pairs of socks.
"I'm glad with what we got." Casey said. "It all looks really nice on you."
Cappie said, "Thanks." but felt guilty deep down.
"Where too now?"
"Um, I don't know. Where do you want to go to?"
In response Casey's stomach growled. She looked up sheepishly, "Shopping makes me hungry." Cappie laughed.
"Where would you like to eat birthday boy?"
He shrugged.
"C'mon think of the one place you'd eat if you had the chance everyday."
Cappie rubbed his chin.
The next thing Casey knew she was sitting in McDonald's looking at her salad while Cappie shoved his three Big Macs down his throat.
"Jeez Cap. You're eating like you haven't eaten in weeks."
Cappie looked up and smiled. Then he washed everything down with his coke. "That was really refreshing." he said wiping his mouth with his arm.
"I'm glad."
Cappie tapped his shoe on the floor. Casey was trying to procrastinate on eating her 'delightful' salad.
"Oh cap! Look at your shoes!" She cried looking at the hole in his Chuck Taylor's. "Let's go get you a new pair..."
Cappie rolled his eyes and groaned. "Fine..."
A/N: This was a shorter chapter...my laptop where i save all my stories is currently broken. *tear* so this is a summarized version of the third chapter i had written. also i wanted to make this story longer than it is actually going to be. im not going to have enough time to really elaborate or anything. so the next chapter is going to be the day after this chapter, then there's going to be a HUGE jump to casey's birthday. sorry for the shortness.
and has anyone guessed what cappie's secret might be?