“Was it?” she frowned. “Sorry, I meant to say you helped me.”
“To say “super cheesy” means to be over-the-top nice.” I tried to explain.
“I see now,” she said in a thought process. “We don’t agree on what couple outfit to wear.”
“No, we sure don’t.”
“And the guys want us to pick for them,” she went on. “I say we have a contest.”
“I like where you’re going so far.”
“We pick costumes, then show the guys,” she grinned. “What about a contest? Whichever one of us picks the costume the guys like, then that winner picks our costume.”
“So, when I find the right costume for them and you lose…,” I paused for effect, “you’ll wear anything I pick, like a candy bar, a pirate, or an alien?”
“Yes and, if I win, which I will,” she held back a full-on laugh, “you will be Prince Charming if that is what I decide.”
“You’re on.” I put my hand out to shake on it. “You will be a cute pirate.”
We filled the guys in on the contest and they dropped us off at the next store. Fifteen minutes later, we stood on the sidewalk, holding up four costumes. The guys each shook their heads adamantly against our choices. We returned them to the store then were off to the next store.
“Don’t you want to be ketchup and mustard?” She teased the guys.
We climbed out at the next store. We both reached for the pirate costumes then quickly put them back. I had my eye on alien costumes. She went off to another area while I pulled out two separate aliens.
“I found the perfect costumes for them.” She smiled big. “Let’s go show them.”
We walked out onto the sidewalk with his and her choices. I had picked aliens and she had picked pirates. The guys looked them over carefully then stood back, whispering.
“We have decided on the pirates,” Charlie announced. “They were both good options, though.”
“I won.”
“I’ve been set up,” I chuckled. “You planned this out while I was on my cell.”
“No, I won fair and square. Now we have to pick a Disney couple.” She pulled me back into the store.
She gave me several choices of Disney couples. Beauty and the Beast was taken already, but the Beast looked miserably hot. Cinderella and Prince Charming was too blah, but I gave in on Tinkerbell and Peter Pan. The Peter Pan outfit wasn’t much worse than things I wore in college when we had rush week.
“I won again, ya know,” she boasted. “You better stop agreeing to a challenge.”
“That’s a lot of talking, young lady.”
ChapterForty-Five
SABRINA
Ihadn’t really cared about our costumes. I did enjoy the contest and challenges we kept doing, so when I saw a spot to initiate another one, I took it. Cota paid for the four costumes and scheduled them to be delivered.
Maybe I should have let him win. He’s been so kind to me.
It was getting into late afternoon by the time we wrapped up our costume shopping. I’d eaten way too much chocolate, as had Charlie. So when Cota suggested an early dinner, all I could think to do was to say I wasn’t hungry. He just gave me a silly grin, letting me know he knew exactly why I wasn’t hungry.
“Why don’t we cook something in the new place tonight?” I suggested.
“Oops, I hope he can cook. What was I thinking just now?
“Sure, we can do that,” Cota answered. “I’ll have one of the decorators come by to start talking about what you like.”