Her Skirt Is Gone

Kirsty finally turned away from the Asian girls, looking down at the floor behind the counter where she believed she had left her skirt only to find it wasn't there.

Panic flashed through her mind as she scanned the entire floor behind the counter. It couldn't have just vanished, it had to be here somewhere. Had she perhaps kicked it under the counter when she'd stepped out of it?

With another glance out at the rest of the room and her four customers she quickly ducked down, trying to ignore the feeling of the cold floor on her bare knees and glanced under the counter. It was too dark to see anything clearly, but given that the counter finished about a foot off the ground there was no telling just how far under she might have kicked it.