Crayvin
"No. Actually, it's a funny story. See, I was in the middle of grocery shopping, minding my own damn business when this man child stands in the middle of the aisle, blocking my way if I might add, and groaning like the giant ass baby he is," she says, smirking. Her voice changes, coming out like a child when she continues, "What? You can't shop all on your bitty own there, Crayvin?"
I about walk away and ignore her.
Just bite my lip and leave. That's the decent thing to do here, but this woman provokes me like no other.
I watch as she gives me another eye roll with those doe eyes of hers and then tries to rise on her tippy toes, reaching for a can of stewed tomatoes. She can't reach the shelf with her 5'2'' self and I can't help but be the one who's smirking now.
She mumbles s
