A chatty customer

In front of you, is a young woman early twenties, possibly a bit younger, with bright brown eyes, smooth, soft looking, brown skin with olive undertones, and long dark, nearly black hair pulled into a ponytail, a golden ring holding it in place. She asks you questions about various articles of clothing before trying on a few pairs of shoes. You grab her different sizes and colors marveling in just how sexy her slightly longish toes make her feet look. She is wearing a pair of dark green leggings, running shoes, and a white long button up shirt, or vest maybe, you aren’t exactly sure, it doesn’t have sleeves and the arm holes are big enough to reveal the black sports bra she has on underneath. Her hand brushes your arm several times playfully as you help her try to find just the right pair of shoes to wear for a wedding she is going to this weekend.

Through her you discover the shop girl you sent on your errand is named Terri and according to your new friend Emilia, she is “just the best.” Emilia also assumes you must be named Sarah, as Terri has been complaining about a new girl named Sarah that is gorgeous, definitely going to be a model some day, and just so lazy. She also reassures you that in her opinion, she is wrong about you being lazy as you have been marvelous. She also agrees you will surely be famous one day, as you just have that look. She also hopes you can either act or sing because you are too short to be a model. She insists you are 5’6”.

Several times you are pulled away by other customers, and it is both fun and tiring racing all over the small store. A growing feeling creeps in that you should probably just gather up your belongings and head home, yet you still wonder why Terri hasn’t returned.