Re: Quicklog: Sam and Casey and some stuff
[She pointed across the way, where a little shop was nestled. It was trendy, yeah? A little hipster, and a little old school. Something with closet in the name or whatever, but there were floral Docs in the window, and that was enough for her.]
There. [She pointed, and she tugged, her weight against his side as they dodged traffic or whatever to step into the place, where some Linkin Park shit was playing overhead. Not exactly where some forty-year old dude expected her to shop to look cute or whatever, but she liked the hole-in-the wall.
She went to a sales rack, and she paged through some print tees and smiled at Casey.] So, tell me all about your life now that shit is hella diff.