White Lies | All American

forty three

"This is nice!" Haiden exclaimed, walking around Joe's store.

"I know. Haiden, this is Joe." Cameron smiled, introducing them.

Joe tilted his hat.

"We got some good stuff here."

"I see. He just told me about this place. It is amazing."

"Why thank you, darling. You wanna take it off my hands?" Joe chuckled.

"I might take you up on that offer."

"Nice to meet you." He smiled then turned to Cam.

"And here you go, young buck. Now, someday you'll have to give me the lowdown on why you're so hooked on classical music."

"It's for someone else." Cameron replied, chuckling to himself.

"I sure hope so. Can't have that music softening up your brain."

"No way, I'm solid. Ain't that right?"

Haiden's face scrunched up as Cameron playfully nudged her.

"You want anything?"

She shook her head, waiting for him to head toward the exit.

"Alright, boss, I'll hit you later."

Cameron fist bumped Joe, holding the door open for Haiden then exiting after.

Haiden looked at the time, sighing. They'd been out all day running errands and taking miscellaneous trips.

"Are we going home yet?" She whined.

"No. I got something else planned."

"What is it?"

Cameron chuckled, shaking his head.

"Telling you would only ruin the surprise, and you can't guess 'cause you won't get it."

Haiden kept quiet, deciding to enjoy the ride. Her open mind came to a stop when they pulled up to the establishment. Cameron turned the car off, looking her way.

"Painting?" She plainly spoke.

"Uh, no. Finger painting." He corrected.

"Oh much better, Cameron."

"And don't worry, we'll be alone. I know a guy so you won't have to worry about others crowding your space."

"You know a guy? Not suspicious at all."

"Yeah, you could say I dibble and dabble, a Jack of all trades."

"How comforting. I no longer have any financial fears." She sarcastically stated.

"You're silly. Like I was saying though, I know you don't really like being around people so I got us the place for a few hours."