"Forget this geek"

She cups your softly curved chin in her hand. "I saw you watching me while you were teasing the geek. Why don't you forget him and come back with me. I have ice cream," she smiles, her onyx eyes gazing intensely into you crystalline blues. "I might even let you into my pants," she teases, thumbing open the stud of her tight denim cutoffs.

You follow her up the escalator and to an unopened store 'Debi's Dreamcatchers' You realize as she unlocks the gate that the logo is the same as the one on her short shirt.

"By the way, I'm Debi," she says as you enter the nearly completed craft shop. Native-American crafts adorn the walls. A pretty girl with waist-length hair sits on a dropcloth spread on the floor, completing some painting.

"And this is my daughter, Tempest."

Hearing her name, the pre-occupied teen drops her paintbrush and walks over. She's dressed the same as her mother, but could the outfit possibly even smaller than hers.

"Helllloo," she sweetly warbles, shaking my hand softly. She also has the same intense onyx eyes.