Her bra

As Emma scans the woman's books you quickly click your fingers, causing the clasps on Emma's bra to snap. Emma freezes in place, suddenly feeling the looseness across her chest.

"Are you okay miss?" The woman asks her, breaking her out of her thoughts.

"What, um.... Yes." Emma quickly responds, her hand trying to adjust her bra strap through her jumper. "Sorry, I guess I'm just a little distracted today." She smiles as she hands the woman her books. "These will have to be back in two weeks."

As soon as the woman is gone Emma looks around, quickly standing up and straightening her skirt to prevent flashing anyone. On her feet she darts into the rest room behind the counter and pulls off her jumper. Looking at herself in the mirror she removes her bra from under her tank top, looking at the broken clasp. "Dammit, this was one of my best." She mutters.

"Excuse me, hello?" A shout suddenly comes from the counter.