“How can you put the two terms, “mouse” and “cute” in the same sentence?”
“Because mice are cute!”
“I was gonna buy a cute little mouse at petsmart today, but my brother wouldn’t let me.”
“Wait, so a random drunk woman walked up to you and started to strip? Out of Nowhere?”
“Out of nowhere. She was seriously like 40 years old. I ran away so fast.”
“Isn’t that illegal, though? You’re like, twelve.”
“Hey Hey Hey. I’m 16, thank you very much.”
She snickered, “As much as I would love for that to be my drivers licence story, sadly it is not.” She laughed, “I actually got a smelly old grumpy woman that said that she hated my hair and wished she could fail me for it.” She pressed her lips together, “I just enjoy walking.” She told him.
“What if i get the same lady? Or even worse, what if i get some.. pervert or something and he keeps touching my hair as i’m trying to drive and giving me weird, sexual looks?” He laughed. “Well, if it means anything, i like your hair. It’s pretty.” He smiled. “Yeah, i’m sure you do, but alright, if you say so.” He joked, putting his hands up.
“Sorry, I just couldn’t help myself. You’re too damn cute” Charlotte joked with the stranger, “Noo no, I wouldn’t do that but I think i saw what you’re talking about.”
“Well, if you did it i don’t think i’d mind considering you’re young.. and pretty. But her, It was just horrendous. She literally scarred me for life.”