Becky smiled as she took the shoes and put them on.
She was surprised to find that they were exactly her size.
Becky was about five foot five, but she had relatively small feet. People who didn’t know her well obviously didn’t know about her foot size.
She looked at Devin and said, “I finally understand why your ex-girlfriends never say anything bad about you.”
Devin’s eyebrows shot up before he relaxed and said, “These shoes have been specially prepared for you. So are the Band-Aids.”
Becky tilted her head to the side as she studied him. “Thank you. I’m moved.”
“I know, I know. You are moved by my actions, but you are still refusing my advances, aren’t you?”
Becky smiled but didn’t say anything. The implication was obvious.
It looked like Devin didn’t care. He smiled and started the car. “Come with me. Just for my sake.”
Becky agreed, her gaze fixed on the white shoes she was wearing.
After all, courtesy demands reciprocity.
Twenty minutes later, they came to a stop in a parking lot.
Becky couldn’t tell where they were. She didn’t understand where Devin wanted to take her.
It was drizzling. Becky felt a chill run through her as she opened the door.
She became distracted by the cold and the rain and didn’t notice anything until a coat wrapped around her.
She turned to look at Devin and said, “It’s not so cold actually.”
“Don’t push it. You haven’t recovered from your cold yet,” Devin said.
He raised a hand to touch Becky’s head. Becky froze for a long moment before she said, “Don’t mess up my hairstyle.”
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