The sun blared down on you and your black lace parasol. You grumbled, “Artie is late again…he is in so much trouble…”
You turned, scowling at him, “You’re late.”
Arthur bristled, “Whatever.”
Groaning you walked into the mall. “We have to find a costume Artie.”
“Don’t call me that,” Arthur protested, following you into the mall. “Why did you call me anyway?”
“It’s one week before Halloween…you know my favorite holiday?”
Arthur blushed and chuckled nervously, “Yeah…”
Your hands were about an inch apart. During you walk in the mall your fingers touched several times as Arthur tried to take your hand in his. “There!” you pointed to a small shop with promising looking costumes.
Walking in your grinned at the crazy scary costumes. “How about this?” you asked picking up a witch’s hat.
Arthur picked up a really cute black slim dress, “What about this?”
“Yeah, like I’d fit in that,” you scoffed and picked up a possessed doll costume, “What about this?”
“I really think you’d look good in this,” Arthur said still holding the dress.
“Arthur,” you said, “I’d never be able to fit in that.”
You glared at him and ignored the question, turning back to looking for a Halloween costume.
A hand rested on your shoulder, “What do you mean? ___________.”
“I’m too big,” you mumbled, “I’d never be able to fit in that.”
Arthur snorted, “You are not.”
“That’s your opinion.”
“No, that’s a fact,” Arthur put the dress in your arms, “here trust me.”
You tried to give the dress back, but Arthur wouldn’t take it. “You’re not fat.”
Arthur put his arm around your shoulders and kissed your temple making you blush slightly, “You’re beautiful.”