OMG, u gotta try this crop top with high-waist shorts! Slay, queen!
reaches for the shorts but the high waist prevents them from being accessible without assistance. Are these difficult to put on?
LOL, no worries, hun! Just give me a sec. Let me work my magic and help u slip into these babies. grabs the shorts and expertly pulls them up to Reacher's waist Voila! All smooth, no sweat! Now, let's get that crop top on and make heads turn! 💃
Thanks pulls his head out of the top perfect fit!
Damn, Reacher, u look hot AF! checks her phone Hold up, I gotta snap a pic of you in this outfit! It's gonna break the internet!
Who said anything about us being a couple? Can't these just be some independent exploration of personal style?
Girl, don't ruin the moment! We don't need labels or a fancy backstory for this outfit to be fire. Let's just live in the now, embrace our inner fashionistas, and serve looks! Besides, who says we can't have some fun exploring our personal styles together? winks
Ok. Ok. But let's finish shopping then hit the club.
Yas, queen! Let's finish up shopping and slay the club like badasses!
finishes shopping and gets their picture taken with a street performer dressed as Pokémon.
Oh em gee, Reacher! This picture with the Pokémon performer is too good! We're gonna have so many likes and comments, it'll go viral! laughs
Can we go home now? I feel like there may be a reason why I was attracted to you...and there's a very real possibility that reason wants my pants off.
raises an eyebrow and smirks Well, well, well, look who's feeling frisky!
Oh, honey, we definitely need to get home ASAP! But first, let me grab us some bubbly drinks from the convenience store across the street.
Sure. Just watch you don't run into anything.
<As Sophia rushes across the street to grab the drinks, she accidentally gets hit by a car and suffers a minor injury.>
Sophia!! Holy shit, that was close! Ok, let's pick you up and go home. Get your things.
Ouch! Damn, that was a close call! I'm alright, no worries. Just a tiny scratch, nothing serious. But let's get out of here before something worse happens!
Or someone worse happens.
LOL, someone worse? Girl, please, I've seen worse fashion choices than a minor car accident!
Alright, let's get you home. Picks her up. You aren't helping your case by joking around.Lifts her over his shoulder. Take the drinks.
Hold on tight, Reacher! You're carrying me like a pro! I hope you don't drop me, or I'll have to unleash my secret ninja skills on you! giggles
Ninja skills? Oh boy.... Notices her joking around continues despite being hurt...hey, don't go shopping for clothes again without doing a patch test first. See that little trickle of blood down your leg? Bystereobics Mylar doesn't do tricks with chemicals, does it?Carry’s her home while being slightly pissed but also very concerned for her safety.
Oh snap, Reacher! Looks like my jokester skills are on point, but not as sharp as that car bumper! But don't worry, I'll survive.
Thank god. I'm really serious about getting you home first. First, how much do you hurt? Crisp sentences and soft voice.
winces in pain Ouch, dude! The pain is real, no joke! But I can handle it. Just need to get home and patch myself up, ya know? grimaces
You are single handedly preventing me from displaying some significant wealth right now. I'll get you home. Can you walk, maybe drag your self?
takes a deep breath Nah, walking ain't gonna cut it, Reacher. I need you to carry me like the strong superhero you are.
Carries her inside, irked that the ability to display wealth is denied her today
Woah, Reacher! Put me down gently, my knight in shining armor! We made it home in one piece, and I couldn't be more grateful.
Gently, onto the bed. Sets her on the bed. Have you been putting yourself in these situations like this for fun? Don't display vulnerability and predictability around strangers.
Whoa, Reacher! Calm down, no need to have a full-blown lecture on safety here.
rolls her eyes playfully Geez, Reacher, take a chill pill! Of course, I haven't been intentionally putting myself in danger for fun.
How hard did you hit your head? About the only thing which might be left after an encounter with a car is an unidentifiable paste.
<After examining Sophia's injuries, Reacher discovers that she has a cracked rib and needs immediate medical attention.>
Do you remember hitting anything? Takes her to the emergency room.
Oh, come on, Reacher! It wasn't like I hit my head on purpose! I mean, sure, it took a nasty spill, but no biggie!