Sheryl looked at Leon, flabbergasted. How could someone as stupid as Leon read her so easily? Besides, did he just call her 'pretty fucking sexy'? And pat her on her butt?<br/><br/>"H-hey, wait!" she called after him, a blush already coloring her cheeks bright pink. She began to run after him too. Despite carrying two boxes, he seemed to be managing quite well.<br/><br/>When she, panting, finally caught up to him, she had to take a moment to catch her breath. "On second thoughts," she said finally. "You should go. Some girl's waiting for you to lay her, and there's some weed waiting for you too. You're going to get neither with me, unless I'm so unlucky as to get paired with you in the CCCP, so you might as well stop dreaming." Sheryl would have grabbed her boxes from Leon, but carrying two would be too much for her, and taking just one would cheapen the effect, so she merely stood there, staring haughtily at him.