"Ease up, dude, you look like a dork clutching your bag in your hand," Ryan commented as he and his friend Yohan, who was clutching his brown bag, indeed, like a dork, crossed the parking lot after work.
Yohan rolled his eyes. "I have an aching back. What would you rather have me do?"
Ryan smirked. "I don't know. Anything but look like a dork?" he said, stopping short to study his friend. "Something's changed about you."
"Yohan!"
They both turned around to check the lovely female voice calling.
"Peach?" Ryan's face brightened as quickly as his gaze had checked his Peach’s cleavage.
Yohan, on the other hand, looked down. "Ms. Williams."
"Look...um... I need to talk to you about something," Peach said to him.
He looked up at her briefly. "About what?"
"What did you do again this tim
