TRE!!!...GET YOUR ASS DOWNSTAIRS YOU VAIN MUG!!!” Cheryl yelled from the front door, her car keys in her hand, ready to leave. Even though it wasn't particularly warm outside, she'd decided to wear a pair of high waist coral shorts which stopped well above her thigh tattoo, along with a tight tucked in white vest top as she knew this would wind him up all day after he'd teased her that morning. Eventually, Tre appeared at the top of the stairs, fitting his green snap back onto his head with Buster trotting happily at his heels as he came down. Cheryl smiled discreetly as she seen his eyes widen at the sight of her, but simply turned around and strolled over to her car on the driveway as he followed, his eyes checking out how great her bum looked in her shorts.
Tre climbed into the passenger seat next to her, admiring her ridiculously massive, expensive car. “Why does such a little person need such a humongous car?” Tre laughed as she pulled away from her house and set off for the city.
“Because I AM such a little person!...I used to drive around in a little sports car, but in London people used to practically run me off the road!...whereas in this, they have no choice but to let me through!” she answered smugly, making him laugh.
“I’m surprised you don’t need some little step ladders to get in!” he joked teasingly.
“Oi Jerk!” she giggled, playfully slapping him on his chest as he grinned widely, turning the radio on.
“Oh yeah!!!” he smirked, nodding his head as he turned the volume up before rapping along with Jay Z at the top of his voice. Cheryl instantly began laughing her head off at him as he got louder and louder, moving his hands with the music and swaying his head from side to side.
“You're such a wally!” she giggled, shaking her head at him as he continued, smirking back at her before quickly kissing her on the cheek and then carrying on again.
45 minutes later, they'd pulled up and made their way into the office to be told that Beth was running a bit late so they should wait in the room upstairs that they were due to meet her in. The couple wandered into the empty room and went to sit on the sofa by the window. “Do you want a drink?” Cheryl asked, pointing to the coffee machine.
“Yeah...erm, can I just have a coffee please?...feeling a bit tired for some reason this morning” he winked, making her giggle as she walked over to make the drinks.
“...There ya go!” she smiled, handing him the mug before sitting right next to him as he wrapped his other arm around her shoulder. “How many flaming snap backs do you own?...I swear you have a different one on every time I see you!” she chuckled, taking it off his head and putting it on her own.
“Haha!...yeah I do have a bit of an obsession going on, come to think of it!” Tre laughed. “That suits you babe!” he smiled, tapping the peak as she pouted sarcastically at him, making him giggle. “You doughnut!...have you seen the ones that Tyrell has been designing? Well him and some of his friends...” Tre asked her, taking a sip of his coffee.
“No I don’t think so” she replied, starting to play with his hand which was draped across her shoulder.
“Yeah, he’s got this logo ‘IMADOME’, I think he's hoping to start selling them properly by the end of the year...they look fresh though seriously, I’ll get him to bring some over when he comes” he told her, interlocking his fingers with hers as she gazed back at him. “What?” Tre smirked as she gazed into his eyes.
“Nothing...just looking at how lovely you are” she smiled adorably, enticing Tre to bow his head down and kiss her tenderly on the lips.
“...I know what you're doing by the way with this little ensemble Missy!” he smirked, tugging at her shorts.
