“Let’s go shopping, Harper,” Mikayla told him. She had been pondering since she got in the car and checking the clothes she wore. Was the waitress really looking down on her because of what she wore? Or was she just being biased?
“Where to?”
“I don’t know, just drop me off somewhere at a clothing store,” she said. Since she didn’t know much about the downtown, well she knew nothing actually. “I know nothing about downtown, Harper. I have only been around Hill Ups and the beach.”
“By the way, what happened at the restaurant?” Harper asked he had been dying to know, but he knew their boundaries.
“I don’t know, Harper. Isn’t that why I asked you to drive me to the clothing store?”
“Your clothes are just fine, Ma’am,” he assured her. He took a glance at her outfit, it looked just fine in
