Outing with Mila (part 3)

Mila took longer to show her next outfit. I had to believe she had to cool down from that as well. Her being in the changing room gave us time, and thankfully no one else came to try out some clothes.

After two minutes or so, Mila came out with another new outfit. She had put on the black tube top again, but this time she matched it with a white denim jacket and a short, white denim skirt. I looked at her from head to toe over and over again. That was the best outfit so far. She looked sexy, casual and refined.

“Take that one,” I said without thinking.

“Oh? That good?” she asked, smiling with genuine surprise. She turned around and looked at herself in the mirror. “It’s too light now that summer’s about over, but I suppose that’s why these are on sale. Yeah, this actually looks really nice, and if it got your approval so quickly, then all the better.”

Mila closed the door again and I heard the rustling of clothes once more. She stepped out of the changing room in her school uniform and the clothes she was buying in hand. She went to the cashier and paid for it with a card.

I looked at my phone out of curiosity. We hadn’t been there longer than 15 minutes. Mila promised she’d make it quick, and she had kept her word. I thought we would leave, but Mila actually returned to the changing room.

“Wait for me outside. I’ll be done in a second,” she told me.

I nervously nodded goodbye to the lady behind the counter, hoping to any and all deities that she hadn’t caught us doing… things in the changing room. I waited outside like Mila asked me, and moments later she came out, carrying a couple of bags and wearing the same outfit she had only just bought.

“Much better like this, don’t you think?” she asked, smirking at me and doing a little spin.

“Yes.” I nodded, admiring her from head to toe again. “It suits you even better than the others.”

“Thanks! Now, shall we go to the coffee shop or do you want to check something else around here?”

I looked around, and there was one shop that drew my attention. A music store with different instruments displayed in the front showcase. But I didn’t have money to realistically buy anything, and if I did I wouldn’t have enough to pay for whatever I’d have at the coffee shop.

“No. I’m good,” I answered.

“If you’re sure. Okay, then let’s go!” Mila held onto my arm, startling me for a second. Having her so close, with my arms brushing her side… It was a little too stimulating after what we had done in the changing room. Call me dumb (because I was), but I was only just starting to suspect she was doing it on purpose.

We walked like that all the way to our destination. Not good for a man’s heart, I tell you, but dammit did it feel nice just to have her close. We went in and sat down at a table for two in one of the corners.

The shop wasn’t particularly big, but it was spacious. It had a light colored wooden floor, dark green painted walls, and tables and chairs of dark wood that contrasted neatly against the floor. However, the large display of pies, cakes and other pastries at the counter showcase was the store’s main attraction. One could either head over to the bakery across the street and buy an entire cake to take home or come here for a slice and something to drink.

“Order whatever you want. I’m paying,” Mila told me with a wink.

I shook my head. “It’s fine. I can pay for myself.”

“Oliver, I invited you. And besides, I make good money. Like, really good money.”

I raised an eyebrow. “You have a job?”

“Kind of. It’s better if I show you.”

A waiter came over to take our orders. Mila ordered a lemon pie, a hot chocolate and a can of a specific brand of energy drink. I ordered a cheesecake and strawberry juice. They didn’t take long in bringing them over.

Mila started tapping her phone and then handed it over to me with the camera on screen and all set up.

“Can you take a picture of me, please? Try to make sure the energy drink is well on frame.”

“Um… sure?”

Mila made sure that the brand of the energy drink could be seen on the picture as she took the can to her lips and had a short drink. It took me like five tries, but she was finally satisfied with how she looked and the framing of it all. I couldn’t help but think that Isabelle could have gotten it on her first try.

As she continued tapping on her phone, Mila explained. “You must’ve heard I’ve gotten proposals for professional modeling, right?” I nodded. It was a well-known rumor that apparently wasn’t a rumor at all. “Well, my parents don’t want me to start anything until I’m out of school. They say that if I start working then I’ll seriously repeat a year, and… yeah, I can’t blame them,” she laughed. “But then I got approached by sponsors. This energy drink brand literally pays me just to upload four pictures and two videos a week to my social media pages of myself drinking it. I have a large following, so I guess that’s why they approached me with the offer.”

“A-Are you serious?” I asked, a little baffled. I knew this was a marketing strategy lots of companies liked to employ these days, but it was my first time knowing someone who was actually part of it. I almost wanted to ask how much money she made, but at the same time I was too afraid. I knew a lot of money got around this way, and if she made an amount comparable to what my mom made with all the work she did, then I knew I’d be upset.

“Ridiculous, right?” Mila nodded. “And my family is already well off, so all the money I make is for me to use however I want. So yeah, let me treat you today. Unless you’re one of those guys who get offended by a girl paying?”

I shook my head again. “I… don’t have a part time job, so I have to be careful how I spend my money.” I laughed awkwardly. To this day I still dislike talks of money. “Thanks, Mila. I’ll… be sure to treat you some other time.”

She smiled brightly. “You’re welcome, and I’m already looking forward to that.”

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