Xandra Quimby, the young woman in uniform, stomped her foot, fighting through her embarrassment. "I asked if I could get your number!"
Timothy was momentarily confused. "I just humiliated your friend today. Instead of supporting her, you want my number?"
Xandra bit her lip and huffed, "She brought it on herself. I warned her that you might be purposely keeping a low profile, but she didn't believe me. She only has herself to blame."
Hearing this, Timothy became intrigued. With a smile, he asked, "How did you figure that out?"
"Just a gut feeling!" After saying that, Xandra pouted and looked at him expectantly. "Come on, it's just a number! I promise not to bother you. I just want your number."
Timothy shook his head. "Sorry, I'm not interested."
With that, he turned away, leading Tiana and his parents out of the store.
Xandra stood there in shock for a moment, clenching her fists. How dare he reject her? After all, she had countless admirers at school. It was absurd that someone
