Shoplifting

For what felt like the hundredth time today, Kara took off in a sprint, immediately followed by her crowd of "fans". Not needing to worry about covering up, Kara was able to run much faster, as she slid down the bar of the escalator to the first floor. Two security guards had gotten involved, but her massive crowd following made a wall that kept her from danger.

As she ran, Kara noticed that the clothes she picked out didn't fit as well as she'd hoped. The jeans were small, clearly made for someone less curvy than she, and they dug tightly into her waist. The top was also small, even for a crop top, and while it showed off her midriff well, the bit of underboob showing threatened to expose her completely. Nohnetheless, she carried on, nearly at the door.

Suddenly, she collapsed to the ground. A bit of the rug out front had been kicked up, which tripped her. She hopped to her feet and looked down to dust herself off, only to see that her shirt had come off in the fall, leaving her topless. "Of course." She thought. She turned to go back for the top, but couldn't find it anywhere, only her raving mob cheering that she was flashing them again. Throwing her arms over her chest, she ran through the front door and out into the open parking lot.

She darted around, trying to find Dean's car, but to no avail. With what seemed to be hundreds of people on her tail, she took off with no particular direction, just hoping to find cover somewhere.