"Dani, please stop messing around. We're just here for a few groceries."
I looked up at my girlfriend, grinning dumbly, riding the cart past her towards the front entrance. "This is fun, try it."
"Danielle." Claire repeated. "Please, you're in heels for God's sake."
My black leather platforms certainly were not very helpful, but I'd done this a thousand times.
"I'm just having some fun." I replied, hiking myself up on the handle bars and pushing myself forward, not at all concerned about the fact that my skirt is almost certainly not performing the duties of a skirt right now as it flipped up against my lower back. "Don't be a- UMFH!" I collided with a bollard that I swore came out of nowhere. The car trying to park beside me screeched to a halt, inches away from my hip. I gave the old man driving the thing a quirky grin and my middle finger, adjusted my cart, and began another short sprint to get some nice speed.
"DANI!" she screamed suddenly. "STOP!"
I didn't, but the cart most certainly did. I was flung, ass over head, flipping into the trolley, slamming my face into the metal. The pain shot through me, and my eyes watered as my body slumped awkwardly, caught.
"Oww!" I whined playfully, looking up at Claire. Claire looked like she wasn't in a playful mode. In fact, she'd gone white.
"Baby, it's fine, I'm completely fine."
"No. Look!"
I followed her gaze, rubbing the tears from my eyes as I caught sight of myself.
