“Hi Wilbur! Oh… love the shoes!”
“Thank you,” he responded in a normal, hormone driven boy’s voice. “They’re red.”
“Obviously!”
“I mean, ahem, they kind of stand out don’t you think?” He’d bought them on special down at Galaxy of Shoes in the mall. He wanted her to make a judgment on them. He has 2 weeks to return. Everything had to be decided by a girl for this boy, Wicked Wanda being the latest.
“What *doesn’t* around here, ha. *I’m* wearing beige.” She swings her shoulders seductively and moves her arms in a type of dance. “*I* stand out.”
They certainly do! Wilbur thinks to himself. He decides to cut off talk of the shoes for now. Green Story and its squad of lovely ladies has a way of doing that to men of his age and immaturity.
“Hi!” she says again, as if he’d just arrived.
