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That's What Girls Do—Ruby Blue

"Gwen, you don't need thirty-two pairs of shoes!" Kevin complained. "Why do you need so many?"
Gwen looked at her friend with, undoubtedly, a pair of shoes in hand. "I don't know," she admitted. "It's just something girls do."

"And why do you need so much stuff?" he asked. They had been shopping all day while Ben had called in "sick". The next time Gwen asked him to go shopping, he was magically going to be "sick", just like Ben was today.

"Again, Kevin," she sighed, "it's just a chick thing. Why don't you let it go? I'm pretty sure your brain can't take much more."

"Ouch," he said. "I think you're getting better at those comebacks."

"Do you think it has anything to do with hanging around two guys who constantly argue?"

"Naw, I think you just have a great teacher."

Gwen smiled. "If you say so."

Kevin sighed while she picked up another pair of shoes to try on. When he first met her, it was obvious that she liked him because she always was pestering him about not asking her out. But now, Kevin was not so sure. It seemed like she was giving up on her, just like she told him he would. Although Julia told him Gwen still liked him, he couldn't believe it, not with the way she'd been acting.

Gwen stole a look over a Kevin when he wasn't looking. Did he honestly think that she could answer questions like why girls put on makeup, or needed a new bag when they just got one last week? Honestly, Gwen maybe smart, but those where the only type of questions she didn't know the answer to. Since the war, Gwen had been acting like Kevin's time asking her out had run up, like now she didn't want him. The truth: she wanted him more than ever. But Gwen couldn't deny how much fun she had playing hard to get. Seeing Kevin "sweat" was too much fun to make her stop. Eventually, though, she'd stop. Meaning that eventually would be the day when Kevin admitted that he liked her and asked her out.
Putting the shoes back into the box and returning them to the shelf, Gwen said, "I'm done, let's go."
"Yes!" Kevin cried in victory. He rushed out of the store while Gwen chuckled to herself. If he was ever going to be her boyfriend, he was going to have to learn how to spend the whole day with her while she shopped.