The Girl at The Bakery

Ch. Ten

Chapter Ten

"Ugh my feet are killing me." Mai whines while rubbing her feet.

"Maybe if you didn't walk all around the mall in your new wedges." I chuckle while shaking my head.

"Hey don't hate my shoes. They show off my amazing pedicure." She tells me.

I sighed.

"Mai, you have a million nail polish in your room, why do you have to go to the nail salon to get a pedicure when you can just paint your very own." I explained while locking the door to the bakery.

"Because they throw in a foot massage, unless you want to massage my feet from now on, then I would gladly not go to the nail salon run by Asian women." She tells me grinning.

"Yeah no. That would make me lose my appetite forever." I tell her grabbing my shopping bags.

"Hey my feet are perfect." She tells me.

"It's just feet in general. Any feet is disgusting to me." I say shuddering.

Making Mai laugh.

~*~

I walk up to my classroom only to find a notice on the door.

Class is cancelled today, I'm probably having a hangover right now hence why I'm not here wanting to teach

P.S. I put this on here before I went to the bachelorette party.

I sighed and leaned against the wall.

"Hey there. I guess we have an hour and twenty minutes to do something productive." Peter explains not taking his eyes off the note.

"Like what?" I ask him annoyed. 

I got new colorful pens so that my notes can be beautiful, and I wanted to especially use it for my second class, which is this one that is apparently cancelled.

And also because we take a lot of notes in this one, I take more notes here than in any other class. But since I can't use them today, I'm going to be an annoyed mood.

"How about we go to this expensive place that I know of and we can look at stuff." He tells me finally looking at me.

"I do that almost always." I sigh.

"Well then let's do it together then." He chuckles crossing his arms.

I think this over.

"You better not make me regret it." I say giving him a pointed look.

"Have you ever regretted spending quality time with the one and only Peter Greene?" He asks me in pure amusement.

"Eh maybe?" I ask him sheepishly.

~*~

Peter parks in front of a sunglass hut.

"Sunglasses? Why is there a store for only sunglasses?" I ask him.

"Because I love sunglasses and this store is made just for me and only me." He brags turning his engine off.

"That's mighty selfish of you Mr. Greene." I tell him unbuckling my seatbelt.

"I'm just stating the obvious here." He says opening his door.

~*~

"Hey check this out." I say putting on some sunglasses and pointing my index fingers out at him.

Making Peter laugh.

"You really are something Miss Heightmore you know?" He asks still laughing.