Smiles of jealousy pt.1

Cleo pov

    We walk down the sidewalk in silence. I've never seen Izz so quiet and she not even smiling. I hope I didn't do anything wrong. She seems to be happy when she hugs me, maybe I should hug her. I try to push back the anxiety filling my body making my hands sweat. I feel my face turn hot and i go for it. I step in frount of her and put my arms around her as I hide my face in her shirt. I feel her body tence then relax as she wraps her arms around me. My face feels hotter and my as well.

       Why am I blushing? I've never blushed because of someone before. She leans down and whispers in my ear, "Thanks pinky, but we should probably get moving a lot of people are watching." I nod and let go of her. She looks down at me with a smile as she moves my hair away from my face. "Let's go pinky we need to get groceries before it gets dark." I realize what she just called me and began to blush more. She gave me a nickname, I've never had one before. It kinda makes me happy, I don't know why, but I like it.

       As we walk inside the grocery store the cold air conditioning makes me shiver. I pull my sleeves if my jacket over my hands as I walk beside Izz as she pushes the basket. She tells me what she needs and I get them off the shelves, well the ones I can reach, some of the items are on the upper shelves which I can't reach. She snickers at me when I try to get them myself so I gave up and let her get them.

       I kinda like spending time with her. She tells me funny stories from her childhood with her brother, the weird guy who came over last night. She doesn't talk about her job though, I wonder what she does. We get every thing we need then she pays for other all and we leave the store with hand full of bags. Izz carries way more then me. I told her I can carry more but she insisted. It starts to become dark outside as we walk to our apartment building. She seems a little better but I still sence worry In her eyes.

Izzi pov

       The whole way to the grocery store and back I worry about what my brother said. If she is a witch what family did she come from is there more witches out there? I need to find out more about her, It's for her safety.

      We walk into the apartment and she puts the bags on the counter and grabs her phone as it begans to ring. When she awnsers it her voice feels with joy as she walks out into the hall and closes the door behind her. Who could that be? Is it a family member, or what if it's a lover. I feel my heart begin to sink as I stare at the door. I try to hear the conversation, but a force is blocking me. What or who could be doing that.