Fifth Avenue was filled with people all racing around store to store others going in one and leaving moments later, many were classmates of mine skipping, some did what I did and had no reason to be at school so they came here.
Sav and I walked along the snow covered sidewalks with our arms linked with our first stop being what I'd deem her favourite store.
Versace.
Walking inside I saw the woman who ran the store's face light up at Sav.
"Savannah Lovell, here once more".
"Of course I need a new bag" Sav says and I had to resist rolling my eyes at the near comedy of it. Though I wouldn't judge her for it she liked designer items, and I liked cars. So that was the mental acceptance I had that we'd do our own thing based on interest.
"What were you rolling your eyes about?" Sav asks as we start scanning the lines of bags.
"Just the fact that the person running the store said once more" I reply, "I'm waiting for the day exotic car buying sites start having little pop ups of lists of vehicles I've bought".
"I'm surprised that hasn't happened yet".
"So am I" I quip dryly while eyeing the price tags of the items around me.
"What about this one" Sav asks raising a red La Medusa bag.
"I like it, and it suits your love of the colour" I muse covering my smirk with the ends of my long fingers and she gives me a blank look.
"I hate how indifferent you can be" she mutters.
"I'm easy to hate, also I'm being honest though it does suit you and I can definitely picture you coming up with an outfit that works for it" I say.
"Thank you" she sighs.
"You would get bored without my remarks, and sarcastic musings" I say not keeping the smile from my words.
Sav then exhales and flashes me a confident yet observant smile that only she managed to do.
Kind of like toying with a snake, her cunning being the bite.
It was a good metaphor for us the boy considered a devil, and a girl who very well was the viper to match my sarcasm and inability to give a fuck.
Almost cliché.
"I will admit I enjoy your humour".
"See, I can be a joy to be around".
"Shut up or you'll ruin it" she quips and I just smirk.
Sav then walked to the counter to pay for her bag which was a decent sum of money for something like a bag that would only ever if it was lucky get used once since Sav did enjoy buying designer things and seemed to only use them once because of the volume of it all.
I won't judge though.
Letting out a sigh and the girls bantered I attempted to find the humour in it but it very quickly seemed like they were going to be talking for a while.
"Savannah, I'm going to get a coffee" I whisper in her ear and she nods before I walk away out of the designer store and into the crisp wind that cast snowflakes into the air like sparks from a fire.
Walking along the street I spotted the most benign of things. A wavy haired brunette slide out of the passenger seat of a white S7 dressed in black pants, and an oversized dark navy blue turtleneck.
She looked sad and deep down a feeling of will to comfort this random girl flared up. There was sadness in her eyes the kind that wore at a person. The kind I was familiar with.
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The Billionaire Darkness
Ficção Adolescente{Book #0.5 of The Winters Series} Adrian Leo Winters was many things, the heir to his parents multi trillion dollar empire, the son of the renowned Alexander Winters, but underneath he was cold, and sad, broken from years of being away from his sist...
