she muttered

Cassie was peacefully snoring on the bed while Barbie indulged in a relaxing bath. Once Barbie finished, she efficiently went downstairs and skillfully prepared breakfast. In just a matter of minutes, she called everyone down to partake in the morning meal. Barbie observed how Cassie and Micheal hastily descended the stairs with Lilo, prompting a subtle eye-roll from Barbie due to their hurried entrance.

"Why were you guys running like you were being chased by something?" Barbie glared at both of them, eliciting giggles from Cassie and Micheal. Puzzled by the amusement, Barbie was approached by Cassie, who placed a hand on her shoulder and strolled around her.

"Oh, my sweet little Barbie, we came running when we heard you cooking," Cassie confessed, playfully slapping Barbie's shoulder. Barbie rolled her eyes and brushed off Cassie's hand.

"Well, this isn't the first time I'm cooking," Barbie announced proudly while serving the food, as Cassie and Micheal stared at it with hungry eyes.

"Will you guys stop staring as if you haven't eaten my food before!" Barbie glared at them. Cassie rolled her eyes, took a seat, and Micheal followed suit.

"Well, what we are trying to say is that your food is... you know," Cassie gestured with her hands, attempting to explain Barbie's cooking.

"You know what?" Barbie questioned, pretending ignorance to Cassie's implication. Cassie rolled her eyes again.

"Well, thanks for the compliment, Barbie," she retorted. Barbie responded with a sharp curse.

Cassie swiftly covered Micheal's ears with her hands. "Language, motherfucker!" she reprimanded.

Barbie rolled her eyes, and Cassie gasped in realisation, shrugging it off.

"Don't mind Barbie's bad words, Micheal, okay? Don't ever use bad words," Cassie advised before giving Micheal a peck on the cheek.

***

Once everyone finished eating, Barbie took charge of clearing the dishes and tidying up the house. Afterward, she went upstairs to find Cassie on the bed, engrossed in her phone with a smile on her face.

"Hmm," Barbie coughed.

Cassie turned towards her, noticing Barbie's gaze fixed on her with a smirk. "What's the smirk for, you cunning witch?" Cassie asked.

Barbie playfully jumped on the bed, attempting to look at Cassie's phone, causing her to shift away. "Who are you chatting with?" Barbie's curiosity kicked in as she tried to grab the phone, but Cassie resisted.

"Stay away," Cassie warned, but Barbie persisted, attempting to yank the phone from her grasp.

"Just let me see," Barbie whined, reaching for Cassie's phone.

"No!" Cassie firmly stated before standing up.

"Fine," Barbie conceded. "Anyway, why are you all dressed up? Are you going somewhere?" Cassie questioned, her eyes scanning Barbie's dress.

"Yeah, I thought about going to the supermarket to get some groceries. Are you coming along?" Barbie muttered, inviting Cassie to join her shopping expedition.

"No, I will stay with Micheal and Lila," Cassie declared as she continued engrossed in her phone, prompting Barbie to roll her eyes.

"Anyway, bye," Barbie muttered, but Cassie paid no attention, immersed in her phone and giggling.

Barbie was about to leave the house when Micheal's questioning voice made her halt in her tracks. '`Where are you going, Barbie?" he rushed to her.

"I'm gonna go get some groceries, okay? If you need anything, Cassie is upstairs," she informed him, and he just nodded.

"Bye, love. I promise to get you new toys," she promised, earning a smile from Micheal.

Barbie grabbed the car keys and drove off to the supermarket. Upon arrival, she noticed a crowd, and some people were staring at her, causing a hint of discomfort.

Barbie's POV: I got to the supermarket and saw a lot of people there. Some were staring at me, making me feel a bit irritated and uncomfortable. I chose to ignore it and proceeded to gather the groceries. After securing everything, I headed to the cashier to pay.

"Hey," the man at the counter greeted her.

"Excuse me, are you talking to me?" Barbie asked, not quite sure.

"Yes, I'm talking to you, angel," he complimented, catching her by surprise.

"Well, thanks," Barbie muttered in response to the compliment.

"That will be $100," the cashier announced upon completing the calculation. Barbie's hand delved into her bag, retrieving the money. She handed him the cash, but he unexpectedly held her hand, staring at her, triggering her fury.

"Oh, I'm so sorry," he apologised quickly as he noticed her discomfort. He handed her the bag of groceries.

"It's okay," Barbie replied, collecting the bag before leaving.

***

On her way home, Barbie recalled the strange encounter at the supermarket and scoffed. In her perspective: What type of weirdo was that? I was at the point of slapping him.

She found herself stuck in traffic, and the slow movement of cars irritated her. Impatient, she drove when the traffic light turned green, but her haste led to a collision with another car.

The impact made her gasp, and she watched as someone emerged from the damaged vehicle.

"Oh no, what have I gotten myself into," she muttered, realising the potential trouble she now faced. Barbie stepped out of her car to assess the damage.

"Why do I always run into you?" the person uttered, and as Barbie turned, she gasped to see Mark standing in front of her.

Mark's POV: The traffic light was green, and I intended to drive when someone's car appeared out of nowhere, attempting to overtake me and ended up crashing into my car. Furious, I got out of my car to confront the reckless driver, only to find Barbie.

"You!" Barbie muttered, realising she was in trouble.

"Yes, baby, who else do you love torturing apart from me?" Mark frowned.

"I'm sorry. I will pay for the damages. Give me your account number," Barbie apologised, pulling out her phone. She looked up to see Mark chuckling.

"What's funny?" She glared at him.

"Lose the attitude. You're the one at fault here. Do you even know what type of brand this is?" Mark stated, referring to his car.

Barbie's pov: OMG, it's a Tesla. Just great, of all people, it had to be his car.

"What's wrong, cat got your tongue?" Mark smirked.

"Well, how much do I have to pay for the damages?" Barbie gulped.

"You know you could always pay with something else," he suggested, causing Barbie's imagination to run wild as she stared at him with disgust.

"No way, you pervert!" Barbie yelled, her frustration evident.

"What do you think I'm talking about?" Mark raised his eyebrow, seemingly amused.

"Huh... I don't... know," she stammered, feeling a bit embarrassed and unsure.

"Well, looks like you're the one with the perverted mind," he smirked, enjoying the banter.

"I'm not a pervert, okay!" she exclaimed, trying to defend herself. He chuckled a little.

"Well, you could have asked me to explain better," Mark uttered, still smirking.

"Go on, explain," she groaned, wanting clarification.

"Grant three wishes of mine without refusing," he ordered, his proposal hanging in the air.

"WTF are you talking about? There is no way I'm gonna do 3 things for you," she spat out, expressing her refusal.

"Well, there are 3 options. First, pay for the damages," he started, outlining the choices.

"Second, be my genie and grant me 3 wishes," he continued, and Barbie frowned, processing the unexpected request.

"Well," she muttered, awaiting the final option with scepticism.

"I don't think you're gonna want to hear the last option," he warned, hinting at something less appealing.

"Well, spill it. Can't be worse than the second option," she frowned, determined to hear it despite her reservations.

"Go to jail," his words echoed through Barbie’s mind, causing her eyes to widen in shock at the unexpected and serious consequence.