Zoey stood, glancing down at herself. She was presentable enough, if a little scantily clad. Her shorts were of the jean variety, perfectly fine, though these were a little tight, and ended just at the crease of her butt. Her tube top was forest green and leaf patterned. Cute enough. She took his hand, put her feet through her sandals by the door, and grabbed her purse.
"Where are we going?" She asked, automatically heading for his car, but he pulled her back.
"We're walking. You show me what I'm missing out here, I'll just listen. You want Thai, Indian, or Chinese?"
Zoey nodded in understanding. There was a shopping center about a half mile away that had all three. "Let's do Indian."
So they walked, hand in hand, and Zoey tried to convince her brother that the cracks in the pavement w
