Re: [Meat and Greet: Atticus and PJ]
[PJ steeled herself. She didn't like him putting his hands up. That was no bueno. She didn't like him looking at her long and quiet. There were no treehouses. Not for her and Connie either. She didn't care anymore. She grabbed both his stupid surrender hands and covered her face with them. Embarrassed. So embarrassed.] Gaaah. I told Matt that he made me want to put on lipstick and he told me that he wants to take you out to do romantic nerd things. [And then she bolted. Into the restaurant. Leaving the door of her hot pink Barracude wide open. Cheeks on fire. Because she was very fast, even on foot, when she wanted to be.
Her cheeks remained on fire while she was getting the food, even the lady behind the counter asked her if she was running a fever. No, no she was not thank you very much.
She came back carrying a box full of other boxes. Full of food. Into the backseat they went. And a bright red faced PJ slid into the front seat and she put her hood up over her head. If she couldn't see anyone they couldn't see her. Nope. The smell of barbecue was filling up the car by then.]