So, How's Life?

Taylor flashed Johnny a spine-tingling look that was flirtatious as it was evil, and then she was out the door.

"C'mon, hurry up. If I go slow I'll freeze to death out here." Taylor called back. She began rubbing her hands and bouncing in place in preparation for the cold. She didn't mind the cold. She defied it. As long as she was active it was no big deal, but she didn't have the body fat to deal with it otherwise.

"Wait..." She said, and suddenly stopped. "Does anyone have a football?"

"Clean up so you can get dirty again?" Clyde commented in a somewhat joking tone before he saw the couple give eachother those looks. Clyde frowned deeply at the thought of the two rolling on the field being all mushy. Maybe something like Football wasn't a good idea?

Clyde then snapped his fingers when Taylor asked about a ball. "Ah! Dun Y'all worry. I'll take care of that... " Clyde said as he flipped out his cell phone, scooted past Taylor and titled his hat towards her to give her a brief goodbye.

I'ma run to the convenient store and meet my Sister there so she can give me the ball. She might wanna come along just to tackle ya." Clyde teased to Taylor with a grin before heading out the door, waving without looking back. "I'll meet y'all at the station in a few." He muttered while jogging his way towards the a small little convenient store that was only about a block away.

This didn't seem like a bad way to spend an afternoon.