"Yes, white. She made it her signature. Though she does branch out into other colors for specific occasions or purposes."
A long,
palate cleansing
drain of her ’beer’ ends in a satisfied sigh. I lick some of the
fish oil
from my lips while imagining the experience.
I had been
ordered
not to ’drink’ after an incident in my youth and for the most part I have kept to that promise I once made. For the
most part
.
"The red blouse you’re wearing is similar to pieces and accessories she’s favored. Her hair and skin tone makes the color pop. Ah, so jealous..."
I paused
mid-bite
after her words, staring at the remaining
red roe
on the platter.
The evaluation of hers was right, of course. But it only makes me feel...
> You’re wondering if I stood next to her, would it match? Yes, it would. She’s beautiful but Helene is actually rather attractive when she is cleaned up. Now, can you stop *pairing* us for maybe even an hour? Food should not be wasted. Better not to respond. Is it because I’m soft on women who were nice to me? No one is going to see them anyway, stop looking at the white and red ones. <
As well as the simpler,
low heeled flats
that would be easier to
kick off
before transforming.
"These will do."
I stated a little
imperiously
. Maybe my tone conveyed more
satisfaction
than the words themselves, because her smile warmed again.
"Excellent choices. Does that include the dress, or would you like to wear a different outfit out?"
After looking down at myself for a while,
tempted beyond reason
to keep it, I finally sigh loudly. Why did she
have
to give me this card?
Did she sense - as someone capable of such
impressive
restraint - that I have the opposite particular
lack of self control
when it comes to money?
"Yes, please. And the red sash."
"Shall I package everything together?"
A
defeated
nod meets her as she walks over to tally and box the items.
"Excuse me, but I only have this to take everything in. Can they be folded tight into a bag that fits in here?"
She looks over at me with an
awful
look and I know just why. Not for my question.
While she wasn’t
looking
, I retrieved the backpack and picked up the
jacket
I had taken out of it earlier.
But it would take up
extra space
inside, so I wore it. It
does not
flatter the dress, at all.
"Uh, of course. I can do that. If that’s fine with you."
Part of me feels bad watching her
struggle
to look away. The other part wants to smirk in
revenge
.
"Oh, and you can take that picture now. Go ahead. Send it straight to her if you like."
"Spare me, please."
A friendly
laugh
tore through the boutique when she realized I was
teasing
her.