She spotted you and waved dramatically, leaning forward with a grin. "Hiii!" she sang, dragging it out as if she were on stage. You caught yourself staring a little too long at her swinging breasts before she giggled, stepping back with a knowing smirk.
"I… CAN’T… WAIT… TO… GET… STARTED!" she shouted, clapping between every word as she bounced in place, all energy and excitement. After a beat, she laughed at herself. "Oooh, that was a bit much," she admitted, lifting her breasts sore from shaking so violently.
"I'm getting scared for how much I’ll have to carry today with this energy," you teased.
"While I appreciate the sentiment, I’M READY TO CARRY IT ALL, RAHHHH!" she declared, striking a flex pose like some over-the-top wrestler. Her breasts jiggling wildly from the sudden and exaggerated movement. You couldn’t help but laugh at how much she threw herself into the act, bouncing on her heels with reckless enthusiasm.
Then, realizing a couple of people had started to look over, she froze. "Ahem." She fixed her collar, face snapping into sudden seriousness. "Okay, c’mon. I know exactly which store to hit first."
Before you could react, she grabbed your arm and pulled you along, her energy shifting from cartoonish to laser-focused in a heartbeat. If it wasn’t clear before, it was now—she really did love shopping.