Josh gets something off his chest.

"Follow my finger." Looking past his nail at the amused woman, Josh sighed. "Just do it."

Amy suppressed the weird look on her face and half-mockingly settled in. Josh rose one digit to eye level between them, keeping it as rigid as a trunk. Gradually, without flamboyance, he drew it in, swinging it under his chin. Then from under his neck, before hooking it into his shirt collar, with barely a tug.

Amy's eyes snapped up, then back down, with a dry twitch of the throat.

When he was halfway into one partially exposed pectoral, she leaned over and grabbed his wrist.

"What's gotten into you?" Face slightly flushed, the brown-haired girl relaxed her grip. "Got a table of girls staring at you."

Josh twisted his neck to the side. A trio of fairly cute girls who had all been silently simultaneously sucking on their straws hastily entered a new, indistinct conversation upon a second's notice. One of them continued to suck her straw dry, cheeks burning, eyes averted. When she glanced back for a tic, Josh was dabbing his mouth with the hem of his shirt -- in turn revealing his rather solid abdomen and side-pectoral. A gargly squeak could have been heard, probably, if you bothered to lend an ear.

"Angela -- Angela, you alright?!"

The girl had spat out rivers of soda from her mouth and nose, making a right mess of herself. Her two friends tried fruitlessly to aid the teen while she haplessly waved one hand and hovered over her neck with the other.

"See?" Josh's eyes glimmered. "See what I mean?"

"I didn't see anything," half baffled, Amy settled back into the seat. "You just... told me to watch as you showed off some cleavage, which... Josh, you aren't on something?"

"No, Amy, look," he sat up, nearly tipping over his drink. "What I'm doing might seem weird to you, but I want you to go along with me no matter what. Okay? Call it personal research."

An uncertain chortle rolled out the young woman's throat. "Uh-huh. Yeah."

"When you feel like it gets too much, and only then, tell me to quit it, and I will. I swear."

"Jeez," playing with a quarter she found, Amy released a small laugh, "you're sounding like a chick, you know that?"

Josh smirked as he grabbed his tray of now depleted contents, noticing the girl -- Angela -- from before still giving him a hungry, furtive side-eye. When their eyes met, she gulped and looked away. "I guess I am, aren't I?"

After discarding their trash, the pair trotted off into the bustling stream of well-dressed shoppers roaming to and fro about the mall. Amy swiveled her head to Josh, hair slickly swooshing over her ear.

"So," her lips clapped, "where to?"

"Know just the place," this familiar, yet no doubt funny acting friend of hers assured. She curled a lip. Hopefully he'd snap out of it before she left him to his own ambiguous devices. Maybe this time it was his drink that was spiked...