“Stop at the mall,” I told the driver as I sat in the car. From the rearview mirror, I could catch the raise of Mason’s eyebrows before they settled back to their place.
The car stopped in the parking and me along with Mason head inside. I took the escalators to the third floor. It was Amy’s birthday. She’d be turning 21 tomorrow. I am to throw her a party.
I enter a shop and look for clothes. I look and look and can’t find anything. Mason was right beside me, analyzing the place with his eyes.
I hold out a dress by my side and hear a tch. I look at Mason frowning at the dress.
“What do you think?” I ask him. “Too yellow,” He said. I raised an eyebrow at him.
“Why don’t you choose?” I ask him, taking a step back from the rack.
“You want me to choose your clothes?” He asked, to which
