“Awesome. We do have the gold and black one. But it’s around $1,000.00,” the girl says.
I almost shouted. A thousand for a fricking toy?!
“No problem; I can pay for it.” I don’t use his card; I take my card out and pay for it. She wraps it up, and I exit the store.
When I finally meet Tillie, she is busy talking to a guy holding a cheese tray.
I stand silently at her side, wanting to chuckle as she pushes her hair behind her ear.
“So can I have your number?” the man asks.
Tillie smiles wide. “No. You might be a stalker. Give me yours.”
I snort. They both look in my direction. “I am so sorry.”
“Anyway, give me your number,” Tillie says, taking out her phone. The guy takes the phone from her and dials his number.
Tillie smiles and takes her phone back. “Nice meeting you, Sam.”
As we walk away, she takes her phone out. “Block.”
I nod. “As you should; you told him you didn’t want to give him your number, so he calls his phone?”
Tillie nods. “He is a red flag. I had enough of that in my life.”
It didn’t take us long to meet the guys at the car.
My heart skips a beat when I see Roman coming toward me. I straighten my beanie and wait.
“God, you two are such a mess,” Tillie murmurs.
“What?” I ask.
Tillie shakes her head and moves to Ollie. “What’d you get me, brat?”
Roman approaches me, and it feels like the world around me disappears. “What have you got?”
“The best and worst gifts ever, and they have your name on them,” I reply.
He brushes my cheek with the back of his fingers. “Good. You look happy. Let’s get home.”
ROMAN
I can’t believe the sweater I am wearing. Noelle and I enter the family room, and I hear Tillie’s loud laugh.
“I love it.” Tillie comes up to us in her Thing 1 sweater.
“It’s vulgar and ugly,” I mutter.
Noelle taps my arm. “That’s the point, my dear.”
Before I can say more, my mother and father comes our way, and Noelle laughs.
My father’s sweater says, “I come in Peace.”
My mother wiggles her eyebrows and points to her sweater. “Hi, I am Peace.”
“You guys are ridiculous,” I reply.
