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Is she still married? If not, she could be a nice fit for Grandpa.
I cannot really ask her straight out, can I?
Well, maybe some other day...
Clearing my throat I went on,
“So as I was saying, forget good-looking. Is your Grandson sexy?”
Gran nodded enthusiastically,
“He is smoking hot.”
I was impressed.
She turned to the salesperson saying in a smug tone,
“Get me something worth his heat.”
Whoa!
“Now that is what I'm talking about, Miss Badass!” I threw my arm around her shoulders and she blushed like a beetroot.
That is how we bagged a flashy tailor-made, sexy as hell black blazer.
“Sweetheart, you really are wise for your age.” Gran checked me out with a sweet smile and a meaningful gleam in her eyes, as we searched a dress for me.
I knew that look. Adults got it when they had marriage on mind, stars in the eyes. Yeah, she wanted to hook me up with her Grandson. That was not going to happen. Nah!
Immediately, I tried to hide my real age in case she guessed it,
“Oh it’s just my face. It looks younger. Although, I’m not a baby, everyone thinks I am. In fact, I’m smart and mature. Yeah, very maturely...mature.” Now I understood I was rambling, as she got a knowing amused look on.
While I tried on dress after dress she and I had picked together, she said casually,
“You should have come here with a guy. A man knows best what would go well on a girl. Just like, you chose the best thing for my Grandson. Because a girl knows best what would look good on a man.”
Again, Grandson...
Nonethel
ess, I tried warding him off by making a joke of it, winking at her,
“Because they’ll have to bear it, if it’s too sour on the eyes?”
“Exactly!” She giggled like a teenager.
As we chose a black classy number for me, and made our way out of the store, she went on smoothly,
“So you surely have a boyfriend of course. Why didn’t you come with him?”
That is it. She wants to know if I am single, ready to mingle with her pain-in-my-head Grandson.
“I like to pick my own clothes.” I answered safe and final with no space for further questioning.
We were walking towards the exit of the mall, when I stopped her unable to bear it anymore and stated in a serious voice,
“Let’s go back upstairs to the food court.”
