So far we have been to four different stores in the last hour. In Journeys, Isabel got American flag Vans; they look really cool. I got a Will Grier football jersey and a Patric Young basketball jersey from Gator Mania. Yes, I know Young graduated already, but I still love him. He was a phenomenal player.
Now we are headed to Southern Belles. It's not a big cooperate store or anything fancy. Our mall is the only one with this store; its owned by a local business woman. It has all the country clothes you could need: boots, jeans, cowboy hats, cute shirts, and concert merchandise. Southern Belles is definitely my favorite store; it's where I get most of my clothes and shoes from. I tell Isabel a little about the store.
"I love this store and I think you will too. It's got everything a country girl could want."
"I've never heard of this place before", she says skeptically.
"Oh, it's local. This is the only mall with this store. It has a lot of concert merch, I love it."
"That's cool, maybe I'll find an awesome concert shirt."
Im about to ask her where she got all her concert shirts, but before I can, Isabel runs off towards the concert merchandise in the back of the store. I make my way to where she is. When I reach her, I notice she's ogling a black Garth Brooks tank top that reads "The thunder rolls, and the lightning strikes," in white lettering. I go look at the price for her since she seems to be glued to the floor.
"It's $21."
"I'm gettin' it. I love that song. I love Garth."
"I love him to. Did you hear he's goin' to start touring again?"
"Oh my gosh, yes I heard and I'm so excited. I really wanna go see him in concert. It's a life goal."
I make a mental note to look up Garth Brooks tour dates, "He would be great in concert."
While Isabel grabs her shirt, I look at the rest of the shirts on display. I almost scream when I spot a Thomas Rhett T-shirt. It's a vintage, grey, fitted shirt that says "Thomas Rhett" in cursive red writing. Underneath his name it says "2014 tour". The words are inside a faded white rectangle. I look at the price to see its only $19. In excitement, I look through the shirts for my size, a small. As soon as I see one, I snatch it from the pile. Then I go in search of Isabel to show her what I have found. When I spot her looking through a rack of flannels I run over and call out her name excitedly.
"Isabel, Isabel, Isabel!!"
She gives me a funny look of concern and amusement, "What, what, what?!"
I quickly hold up my shirt, "Look at it! I love it!"
Laughing she says, "That's cool. I really like the vintage look." Then she holds up a flannel she had been looking at before I ran over, "What do you think of this?"
I look at the flannel, which has two different blues going vertical and black and grey going horizontal.
"I like it. You should get it. How much?"
She looks at the tag, "It was $30 but it's now on sale for $17."
"Awesome, that's almost half. Well I'm gonna go look around some more."
As I start to walk off she says, "Ok, I'm gonna go ahead and check out."
I shop around for a little longer before deciding all I want is the Thomas Rhett shirt. I go pay for my shirt and then go meet up with Isabel, who is looking at boots.
"You ready to go? I'm hungry, do you wanna go hit up the food court?"
"Uh, that's not even a question. I always want food. Let's go get some."
I laugh at her as we walk out of the store together and head towards the food court. I'm thinking I want some pizza. Yes, pizza sounds fantastic. Pizza is amazing; I think I could eat pizza everyday. We arrive at the food court and Isabel wants Subway. She leaves to go get in line and I head over to the pizza place. It takes about three minutes before its my turn. I look at the girl behind the counter and tell her I want two slices of Hawaiian pizza and a large Coke. She pushes buttons on her cash register and yells, "Two Hawaiian slices!", then she turns to me and says, "That'll be $9.75."
I dig into my wallet for a 10 and then hand it to the girl, whose name I notice is Cassidy. She hands me back my change and tells me it'll be about five minutes. She goes to fill my drink and then brings it back to me. I tell her thanks and she smiles at me in return.
Soon enough, Cassidy is handing me my pizza and I'm walking over to the table Isabel chose for us. I spot her at a table kinda close to the middle. I look down at my pizza for a second to make sure that I'm holding it right so that I don't drop it. If I dropped my pizza I would truly be devastated.
Right as I start to look up, someone runs right into me, hard. My pizza is shoved into my chest getting all over my shirt and then falling to the floor. I would've been landing flat on my butt too, had the perpetrator not grabbed my arms. I. Am. Livid. My pizza is on the floor, not to mention my shirt. I look up, anger written all over my face, only to look up into the gorgeous green eyes of none other than Erik Carson.
A/N:
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Below is the song on the T-shirt Isabel bought
Thunder rolls-
https://youtu.be/tdsJI8Wc2D4
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