I sip on the smoothie I brought since we're going to make some extra money hunting down a werewolf that's not out there.
I hit Brian's back, "Ready to go?"
"Uh yeah. Yeah." He walks out of the shoe store.
My eyes waiver to the shoes in the glass case. "Eric," I said.
He sighs, "On it." He takes out his phone.
"Can you also-"
"Yes. Yes. I'll send the picture to Brenda."
Brian has been eyeing the shoes since they came out. It's a limited edition, whatever it's called brand name shoes. It cost as much as the necklace. I blame myself for having expensive taste friends.
"My gift better be equally expensive," Eric says.
"I want a car," I told him.
"First, you have to get a license."
I rolled my eyes and made my way towards the exit—Eric paced beside me. I knocked onto him, "Be seriou
