"Good evening, milady." Shawn smiled and proffered a gift towards Sarah.
"You bought me... RAM?"
"A USB Flash drive, for all of your portable data needs. Everybody's using them these days. I would've brought flowers, but apparently they don't sell them at the BuyMore, and I'm not from around these parts, so this will have to do. You know, they don't sell pineapples either. Though they do have cheezy poofs. But you didn't seem like a cheezy poof kind of girl..."
"Who are you and what do you want?" Shawn heard a hint of malice in her voice and didn't like it, so he chose to ignore it.
"Sorry, I guess I never did introduce myself earlier. The name's Shawn Spencer..." He extended his hand, she didn't take it.
"Anyways, where are the good places to chow down around here?" He dropped his hand reluctantly. This girl had agreed to a date with him, and yet she was acting colder than the yogurt she served. Maybe she was afraid of getting hurt? No, that wasn't it. Shawn sensed something that wasn't quite fear, but more... mistrust. And honestly, he couldn't blame her - if someone had walked up to Shawn asking for a date after claiming to be a psychic, he wouldn't believe him either. He suspected that Sarah had agreed to come with him mostly out of curiosity, and on that count he was right - though her curiosity was of a much darker nature than he might have guessed.
Sarah thought for a minute, then looked up and forced another smile.
"Well, I hear there's a place in Chinatown that supposedly has great sizzling shrimp. A friend recommended it, wanna check it out?" Sarah was careful not to mention the name of the restaurant, on the off chance that she wasn't the only one wearing a bug that night. She knew that Chuck and Casey would know exactly where she meant.
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Back in the van, Chuck and Casey were watching Sarah and Shawn's every move as recorded by the three hidden cameras positioned in the ceiling of the Orange Orange (the one hidden in the yogurt machine was proving rather useless, though it did afford Chuck a nice view of Sarah's behind).
"Chuck, are you getting a flash on this guy?" Casey growled.
"Actually, I don't need to."
"What? What do you mean you don't need to?" Casey was shocked. Outside, as Sarah listened in on her earbud, she expertly maintained her composure despite her surprise.
"That's Chad, from Explosión Gigante de Romance."
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"So, you ever been on a bike before?" Shawn gestured to the black motorbike double parked towards the front of the near-empty lot. If this was a setup, this had to be the most outrageous cover story ever, Sarah thought to herself.
"Yes, actually. I'm something of a biker myself. Say, how do you feel about letting me drive?" There was no way in hell Sarah was getting on the back of the bike of a strange man she had only met that afternoon. Who knew where he would take her? And besides, she knew the way to the restaurant.
As Shawn climbed onto the bike behind Sarah, he noticed a subtle but oddly shaped lump where Sarah's blouse met her skirt. Shawn shuddered as he realized that this could only mean one of two things. Either this girl was packing some really strange junk in her trunk, or she was armed.