I don't need to give him approval to follow him. The entire way to the store, Kingston won't stop arguing with me over petty things, like my pronunciation of certain words that he makes me try out. He is annoyingly cute for that and I see how I missed Mirabelle and everyone else left us behind. We're crossing the road, my feet are killing me, my gladiator sandals nearly worn out while Kingston argues about the shade of green that the traffic light is. I said apple green and he insisted it's emerald green which I doubt is correct either.

“You win, shut the fuck up Beta.” I holler, annoyance...