Neal had made it. He was from under the deadfall. Lightheadedness, followed by a sudden hunger, wrapped their arms tightly around him as he hurried past the exit. He decided to get something to eat.
He was browsing the food court when he noticed the woman walking towards him. Her eyes hid behind a pair of designer shades. Enhancing her shapely figure was a white summer dress accessorized with a red leather belt, a matching purse, and heels. Her free hand toted a shopping bag.
“Neal?”
“Hey, Miss Katherine.”
She rested the frames atop her dark, wavy hair. “You know, I was just saying to myself that I wanted to bring my Benz over this weekend.” She asked coyly. “Can you get it in?”
“Sure, I’ll take care of it.”
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