Mall Madness - for popsawheelie

[not_oprah]

As much as he'd love to be able to buy everything he needs to get online this year, Ophrah knows that he'll have to go to out to shop eventually. Unless he wants a repeat of last year, when Tristan and Mags both glanced at each other and then Oph when he gave them matching fuzzy earmuffs and slippers. He figures it's better to bite the bullet

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[popsawheelie]

Of course she got glares, and swears and 'what the fuck' hand gestures when she pulled into the designated parking spot. After all. What right does a twenty something girl have to a spot meant for the elderly and impaired? How rude.

God Bless Chicago in the winter.

However, that didn't stop her, and within a few minutes she was out and moving inside, even smiling to a kid who ran ahead of her to push the button. He had to be what... seven? Eight? His parents followed and let her go on ahead, and even then, it didn't take long to find the blond-headed companion of her travels.

"Sir, excuse me. I'm looking for this good looking fella, he's about your height, only much cuter..."

[not_oprah]

He'd been watching the line of children, which likely included one or two of his students, waiting to take pictures with Santa and his helpers when she finally arrived.

He grinned and swiveled around in a circle, looking for this supposed 'good looking fella'. Nearby, he saw a short woman who had four kids. Someone obviously wasn't into the whole birth control revolution. There was, however, no guy around who was much cuter.

"I'm afraid I don't see any good looking guys around here. Only average looking ones."

Ophrah takes a hold of her hand, silently cursing the gloves in the way, and squeezes gently. Meanwhile, Mrs Four Kids briskly moves past them, huffing under her breath...about them. Well good riddance, he thinks.

"I see you found parking. Did you nab it out from a crotchety old man?"

[popsawheelie]

She barely even noticed Mrs. Four Kids, far more interested in how she was going to get him to bend down for a quick kiss. The other hand went up to cover her face, hiding a laugh or a giggle at his search for the 'good looking fella'.

"I guess I'll just have to settle..." She squeezes back and smiles again.

"We had a race to get there, clearly I won, after all, I'm not the one laying on the pavement."

[not_oprah]

He spotted that hidden laugh, her eyes hinting at the secret smile she kept tucked away behind her hand and on the inside, he beamed. Mission 'make the girl smile' accomplished, he bends down, pausing just long enough to feel her squeeze his hand back before replying,

"That makes me the luckiest guy in the world. Quick. Pinch me."

and pressing his lips against hers. Just a quick peck. Or two.

"Glad you won. I'm not sure that the old man would be quite my type."