Her bike sped into the parking space right in front of the tailoring shop around 7 in the afternoon. Shego pulled off her helmet and headed inside with the clothes Jean had made for her two days before.

Again she was swarmed by employees, but she waved them away, saying she wanted to talk to Jean in private.

When she made it to the back of the store, she handed her friend the clothes. "Thanks for the help. Do you mind holding onto this for me? It's a nice design and I may want it in the future… but for now I think you should mass produce it on your separate site. It's an amazing piece of work, and I bet that it'll sell easy."

Jean could see that something was off about her ex-lover and said simply, "Sit. I'll be with you in a moment."

Shego sighed and took a seat behind Jean; she leaned on the woman's back and rested her chin on the designer's shoulder.

"You working on a big project?"

"Yes. It's the one that kept me from being able to go to the annual dance."

"Don't worry. Your apprentice apparently did a good job of making you look like a fool."

"Yes… I heard that you were nowhere to be seen when they looked."

Shego sighed and said, "I'd rather not talk about the reasons."

Jean worked in silence for another ten minutes before placing her work down and turning to face Shego. "Ok, spit it out, what's up?"

With a sigh Shego said, "Can you make sure your employees all understand the client confidentiality agreement and that they are not to tell anyone who you made these clothes for?"

"Why?"

"Because there's a very good chance that a redhead is going to come here and ask about it. Not only that, but she'll probably have her hacker friend search through your databases as well, so if you put anything about it in the computer I need it removed quickly."

"I never placed it in the computer, and I'll send out a memo right now to not discuss your purchase with anyone." She turned to her computer and typed up a quick email and sent it to everyone's email and cell phones. "Now then… what's this about a redhead?"

"You remember Kim Possible?"

"The girl always trying to put you in prison?" Jean asked while narrowing her eyes.

"Yeah, her."

"Yes, I remember her."

"It would seem she was my brother's guest, and I didn't realize it was her. Stupid masquerade… Anyways, I ended up dancing with her… and she somehow found out it was a girl. She's most likely going to try to figure out who the hell it was she was dancing with, and I'd prefer if she never finds out it's me."

"Oh? And why's that?"

"The last thing she said before I stormed off, as me and not a guy mind you, was, 'Stupid fucking lesbians!' So you can see why I'd rather not talk to her. It's almost guaranteed that my mother explained to her why I stormed off. So I don't feel like dealing with her shit right now, ok? I'm just not in the mood."

"Alright," she said with a sigh. "Oh yeah, you up for lunch tomorrow? I'll have finished this project by then, and It'd be nice to go out on another date with you."

Shego smirked, "I don't even know what to consider us anymore."

"Friends with benefits," she smiled.

"Well, I guess we can't be dating anymore… considering you broke up with me," Shego chuckled. She held no hard feelings towards the girl; they were still probably best friends.

"Yep. But hey, I like what we have. It's casual, but we can still be near each other," Jean said with a bright grin.

Shego pecked the girl on the lips lightly before leaving her to her work, the clothes sitting on the chair she once occupied.

Every employee in the room said goodbye to her, and she waved as she left. One more stop before she was heading home to sleep.

She pulled up to the shoe store and walked inside, thanking the man for the shoes and requesting that he keep them in her personal closet. He gladly obliged and also promised not to say anything. She doubted that they'd ever search the shoe store for information. Only the owner knew about who Shego was and the shoes she's gotten from him. He never told his employees about her, so they never paid her any mind. She didn't have to worry about him saying anything either. He was like an actual father figure to her. It was funny how things worked out. He used to be one of her professor's in college, but running a shoe store was his main business.

With returns done, she headed home to sleep. She was tired of all the drama of the past few days, and she just wanted to collapse onto her soft bed.

After taking a shower she crawled in to bed. The moment her head hit the pillow, she was out like a light.