It was awful!
Mia lips twisted into a grin. Now that sentiment she could completely understand. Honestly she was glad she was no longer going to be in Mrs. Tibbits English class starting in the fall next year. Although, Mia sincerely gave Jane Austen writing props, if ever there were an author that could writer characters Mia absolutely hated but still felt the need to read the book Jane Austen was the one. Despite the complete frustration that came with translating the bizarre phrases and the majority of the time spent reading footnotes than actual text. "I can agree with that."
She let the door close once Calving was inside the store and gave herself a moment to look around. It was most knick-knacks she noticed and kicked herself mentally. She didn't need clutter in her room. And the only birthday that she could think of that was coming up in the near future was Luke's and somehow she got the feeling that he'd rather get something a little more tasteful than a miniature cat statue with big eyes and fish in its mouth, like a box of condoms or something that could be used. Though condoms weren't tasteful so much as a gag gift so those were out.
It was after her little mental tangent that Mia noticed Calvin disappeared. Glancing around she caught sight of him sniffing at a stick on incense and wandered over scrunching her nose at the overwhelming aroma the combined jars created. You couldn't even tell what it smelt like unless you walked two rows away with it to smell it or put it right up against your nostrils. Can you say gross? "So what does it smell like?"