She's brave.

"I might as well, it's not like we know anyone here. But I'm a little embarassed anyway."

"Don't worry, we'll be with you the entire time." You slip your hand into Ashley's and give it a reassuring squeeze. Wrapping your other arm around Tibby's waist, you leave the warehouse. As you walk past your car toward the parking lot's exit, Ashley drifts to the left until her hip starts bumping yours.

Releasing her hand, you wrap your arm around her waist as well. She makes a content noise, only to suck in her breath a moment later. "She's grabbing my ass again!"

You chuckle at first, but when you see your friend is uncomfortable you tell Tibby to behave.

"You can play with her when we get back home," you add with an eye on Ashley. She looks shocked, but doesn't protest so you keep walking. "In the meantime, how about some ice cream? I saw a place on our way in."

"That would take the sting out of having to keep my hands off that booty," Tibby smirks.

Ashley manages to ignore her comment. "Sure, ice cream sounds good."

Ten minutes later the three of you are sitting at the roadside outside a small ice cream parlor, enjoying the sun and each other's company. Pedestrians walk up and down the road in front of you, occasionally giving you a polite smile or nod as they pass by.

Ashley is doing her best to pretend they're not there, focusing on not letting any chocolate drip from her cone. Tibby, on her right, chats away as she laps at a scoop of strawberry. You sit on Ashley's left, enjoying the contact of her leg against yours and spooning pistachio cream into your mouth.