Jim strode into the mall, ignoring the steady stream of looks he was attracting from the guys around him. In his irritation, it completely escaped him how his purposeful stride was making his chest bounce an inordinate amount.
He walked a ways into the mall, finally finding Becca looking in the window of a clothing shop. Hearing his heels approaching, she turned as he neared. Her eyes popping out of their sockets, "Se-xy," was the first word out of her lips.
"Not my choice," he averred.
Her eyes still had not returned to normal. "But you look... awesome," she assured him, as he stopped in front of her.
His voice went sharply upward as he responded, "You think so?"
She stepped forward until they were touching, and whispered into his ear, "Oh yeah! The thought of that being for me is giving me goosebumps."
He put his hands on her hips, and whispered back, "Well, if I'd known you'd like it, I'd've been happy with it. Certainly, I like you enjoying it. I just wish I could avoid showing everyone."
"Just look over at my smile anytime you feel nervous. Would you feel better if I wore something similar?"
"I'm so turned on just seeing myself in the reflection there, it might be downright dangerous if you were wearing something similar. Cardiac arrest on four shapely stems," he improvised. Continuing the joke, he said, "Hmm... if we set up a stand in the middle of the mall, would that qualify as stem-sell research?"
"Ugh," she groaned at the pun. "Well, I like the idea of causing trouble. Stay here; I'll be right back," she finished. With that, she walked a little ways over to the nearest restroom. A minute later, she walked out again wearing an identically-styled dress in bright red, blushing so much that she almost matched the outfit.
