I'll give her a choice

"How was I supposed to know your size? It was either this or clothes from the kid section." Den replied with a chuckle, going back to her mobile and Stella rolled her eyes. "That's not what I meant. I don't mind wearing over-sized clothes. I'm used to it and like it. What I meant was, I look like I'm a time traveler from the past century!! Where did you even find them Sharp?!" Stella exclaimed as she walked over to the mirror to give herself one last look.

Stella saw Sharp freeze for a second and realized what she had said. Last century. She must look too much like Helen right now. "And you forgot shoes!!!" she said, turning around to look at Den with an accusing glance.

Sharp's surprised look was replaced by a smile and he said, "Well, I remember you yourself saying that I won't make a very good stylist." Stella rolled her eyes at him as she said, heading towards the door, "I'm going out for a bit."

Sharp was in front of her in a flash. His eyes were wide as he asked, "Where?" Stella rolled her eyes as she placed her hands on her hips. "I'm not going to run away, relax. I'm just going shopping." she said. "And you really shouldn't use your speed with me, it literally bores the yawn off my face."

Saying this Stella stepped around him and walked out. But Den was not yet done. Shopping? What did she need to buy? And where would she get the money from? All these questions swirled in his mind as he raced downstairs to block McCartney's path once again. While running down the stairs, Den saw Stella sigh and roll her eyes at normal human speed, and as he stopped down the stairs, all he saw was a flash pass him by and staggered from the wind as McCartney disappeared from view.

"She really is too fast." Den muttered, clenching his fists. It was then he noticed a note there. It seemed to be from McCartney, as it read, 'I really need to get some things. And also need to clear my head, I'll be back before dusk, don't worry.'

Den was really impressed as he read the note. McCartney was so fast that she had written this note, placed it in his hand and gone out, and he hadn't really even seen her. He wondered if he should go after her as he opened the note again and read it once more. He might have, if not for the sentence that she needed to clear her head. "I will give her the choice of returning this once. She deserves that at least." Den muttered to himself as he walked towards the living room.

A few days later. . . . .

Stella sat in a plane seat, bounding with excitement. "I wish you would let me sit by the window!!" she whined as the plane started it's run before take-off. "Sit still! Exchange seats with Simon once we're in the air. And fasten this properly!!" Den snapped, pushing her down in her seat and fumbling with her seat-belt. "I wanted to see it take- off. Look on as the world got smaller." Stella replied with a pout, but settled down nevertheless.