"Shelly", Alex whined like a girl for the eleventh time or maybe a lot more.
I turned around and grinned sheepishly at him.
He came out of the store that we currently shopped in, with bags filled with clothes hanging on his arms while he looked at me with raised eyebrows and pouting like a five year old.
"What? We are almost over, Alex. Come on", I waved at him to hurry up.
"But, just look at me", he exclaimed loudly and raised his two arms horizontally, as if classifying his point. I frowned at him.
"What?" I asked, trying to figure out what he was trying to say with a slight grin playing on my lips. I just love his plight right now.
"What? I am currently carrying more than twenty bags among which only two are mine and to top it all, the rest are all yours and you are asking what as if you don't know!!!", he whined, throwing his hands up in the air out of frustration.
"B-b-but, I am not done yet", I pouted slightly.