Young and Beautiful

Shopping Fun (!)

The rain bounces off of the car windscreen and flicks upwards as our new blue Mini Cooper pulled into one of the spaces on the car park. Summer was the best time to prove just how shitty British weather actually was. I looked out of the window earlier and swore I could see a lightning strike flash suddenly followed by a harsh, deafening thunder crash. If there was one thing I was terrified of, it was thunder and lighting.

Tom just smiles as he stares out of the misty and fogged up driver's window. He opens his mouth and starts to whistle. "We're all going on a summer holiday!" I laughs and carefully hit his arm. He was right though. The middle of August and we still have to suffer with rain? Not cool God.

We had a 'Rock, Paper, Scissors' contest to see who'd have to run and get the umbrella put of the car boot first. Luckily, I won and got to watch as Tom fiddle about with locks and doors and goodness knows what else.

Nearly twenty minutes later, a very soaked and dripping Tom taps at my window and opens the door, the bitter cold air hitting my legs. I wince and he holds out his hand. "Would madame like to walk or run to the shopping centre?" He says, in a posh butler-like accent. "Why ever run?" I reply, adapting ny voice to fit a posh, Victorian lady like accent. "I find a skip in fresh air very healthy for a young lady like myself." And with that, he hooks my arm in his and we skip into the shopping centre, locking the car behind us.

As soon as we enter the building, we are met with a hot jet of air. Blown backwards, we attempt to re-enter the store, holding to each others hands tightly. Almost in sync, we 'brrr' and wipe off as much water as we can, Tom shaking the umbrella off outside.

A whole two hours after exploring the umms and ahhs of the shopping world, we grab out bags and get ready to leave when a tall, blonde man starts looking over to us. He stares at me, sharply, his eyes narrowing and fixated on mine. I turn away and look at Tom who is absent mindily reading the charity posters hung to walls and corridors of the exit. "Ready to go?" He smiles. I nod my head and as his hand reaches into my pocket to hold mine, I feel safe again, pushing the weird man to back of my mind.