Twenty-eight

As I made to dash after him, the cashier stopped me, “Your receipt ma’am. I’m done packing your items, here you go.” she announced handing me the three heavy bags.

It took all the good-will in me not to flare up at her at that moment. Why would she accept someone else's credit card to pay for my own items? I dragged my heavy bags towards the exit without saying another word to her, hurling the bags towards my red Chevrolet which was parked just outside the shop. 

Before I knew what was happening, someone came from behind me and snatched two of the bags from me, relieving and annoying me at the same time.

I twirled to see who it was, and you already know who, yeah, Marcus Grant, the new knight in shining rudeness. 

Thank goodness he hadn’t left already, I had to pay him back his money if that was the last thing on earth for me to do.

“Marcus, you don’t—”

“Where’s your car?”