Pop Open A Button

Clicking your fingers you watch as the uppermost done up button of her shirt pops off, skittering across the counter and letting her shirt hang open a little further flashing her black bra.

"Crap!" she exclaims, quickly turning away from the counter and looking at her shirt. You glance over your shoulder and spot that Steve and Dave are both watching with interest as well.

Kirsty - for that is the girls name - starts fiddling with her buttons, doing up the top button and cursing that the missing button still leaves her shirt gapping quite a bit.