"Sass!" Marcie punched him lightly on the arm. "I couldn't anyway. Tragos would be so jealous." She winked at him and gathered up what they had so far. "Choose some jeans and some shoes that will keep your feet warm. I'm taking this all up to the counter. Don't take forever, I want a peppermint mocha!"
She walked away, glancing back over her shoulder with a brow raised as she went. Maybe if the kid was five years older, and she was single, she'd have thought about it. The nerve of him, though! She'd have to keep an eye on this one.