"Hello, Red. Nice outfit."
As she sashayed past, I let out a discreet whistle. In this neck of the woods, that was still considered a compliment.
"What's in the goody basket?"
"Nothing you'll ever get to sink your big teeth into," she winked. "My Grandma always told me to look out for wolves like you."
"That's good advice," I said. As I watched her skip away, I wondered if I'd ever work up the nerve to aks her out on a date.
ShoeStories™ by Claudia Lynch