"Hey!" he cried out, tugging a bit harder on her hair. He was still idly running his fingers through her silky hair. "Those cars are classic model cars, not just toy cars. They'll be worth millions in a decade or two." And he planned to hold on to them for that long, too, never mind Lauren's scorn.
"It's a two-way deal, best friend," Tristan said, not at all worried about her stern tone.
They turned the corner into the food court, and Tristan gestured grandly. "Your food palace, madame." Most of the restaurants were fast-food chains, with a few casual dining restaurants thrown into the mix.