Abigail
By the time they pulled into the mall parking lot Melissa had listed all of the essentials she thought Abigail needed to pick up on the shopping trip.
“I mean, not to be rude. You dress like a mom and not in a good way.” Melissa said as she looked Abigail up and down.
“Oh thanks. I gotta say, not to be rude… you’re an ass.”
“Listen, I can’t lie. You know me.” Melissa shrugged.
“Of course not. I’ve seen you try.”
“Alright, let’s get in there and see if we can fix whatever this look is.” Melissa winked at Abigail as she jumped out of the car.
***
Abigail was buried under a mound of hangers at this point and Melissa kept adding to the pile.
“Could I start trying any of this on yet?”
“Yeah, just let me add a couple more things.”
“I think this is enough, let’s go.”
“Fineee
