Fat-o-Booth
Mikala strutted her sexy body through the Pearson mall and GOOD GOD did she ever look hot. Not in the context of hot as in the context of temperature, but hot as in she was garnering looks from every male and a few females in the immediate proximity. She tipped her pink sunglasses towards a sickly guy then combo’d that with a seductive sip of her strawberry smoothie king smoothie. He fumbled with his pepperoni pretzel, dropping it on the floor. Mikala believed she couldn’t have possibly looked more stunning than right now, except for tomorrow and the days ahead of course.
“What is it that I’m doing right?