"Yeah." She chimed, bouncing on her feet. The moment her miniskirt lifted, Landon instinctively pulled her into his arms. He quickly took off his coat, wrapping it around her waist to cover her up, and I couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy.
"Next time, don’t dress like this, and definitely don’t jump around," he chided, his tone light but with a hint of seriousness.
Brittany stuck her tongue out at him playfully, "I know."
Then, he turned his attention to me. "Do you have any cash on you?"
I was taken aback and shook my head. "No, I don’t."
"Then go and get 20,000 cash now," he instructed.
Feeling a wave of frustration washed over me, I decided not to linger and quickly walked away.
As I returned with the cash, I watched Landon slip bills into the hands of those in front of him, sheepishly muttering, “Sorry, cutting in line.” The once-arrogant man I knew was now practically groveling for a cone of ice cream for Brittany, apologizing profusely to everyone around him.
I couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight, and Brittany’s eyes darted toward me. “Olive, why are you laughing? Has Landon done something like this for you?”