Chapter 3 by Ellisyn

What will you say?

Do you have the time?

She eyes you a moment, probably thinking you're a weirdo and glances at her watch. "Seven fourteen." She tells you and turns away to slip through the crowd before you can thank her. Well that was a waste of time. Annoyed, and now being eyed by some of the people, you head back out and go home feeling like a loser. The search for your perfect doll sure didn't go very well. Maybe you should try again later.