He sighed and pulled out a wallet to pay for the scarf. "Here." He posted the money on the chest of the salesman still staring at me.
"No, I'll pay for this." I said.
"You have no money."
"Oh, you bet! I have credit cards."
"They don't accept cards, Bernice, save it."
"What?" I looked at the salesman, "You really don't?" I asked but couldn't answer and just bowed to accept Wyatt's money. Ugh, men and their problems.
I just stared at them both and put on my shades before going out. Wyatt grabbed the bag of scarves and followed me. I thought they'll put them in some paper bags, but whatever.
"Baby, wait up." I automatically stopped and waited for him, f**k that ‘baby’ exhausting! "I get it, you're sexy and confident, but do you really have to wear it like that?" He ask
