“You must be trippin’ I didn’t drive here. I walked, we’re walking.” He stares at the male and grimaces. They really are crazy aren’t they? He whines inwardly to himself and stops feeling a bag against his chest. “uh..sure.” He takes the purse and holds it like the other may have gotten some of his own man jizz on it. He didn’t know.
He sticks his tongue out and shudders, before marching forward, “Let’s go and get you that footlong, I’m suddenly not so hungry anymore.”
“Walking? Me?” I arched my eyebrows in disgust and angrily folded my arms across my chest, sighing as I gazed up at the tree canopies above the sidewalk, “I know you didn’t just tell me to be walkin’ ho—umm, Honey, that’s my name, right, ‘cause uh…I’m very sweet but you gotta suffer a few stings first before I give you a taste, haha. So what yo’ name is hon?”