Walk away, embarrassed...

Deciding against confronting her or even letting your presence be known to her, you start to walk away, heading to the main part of the clothes shop. There was a queue leading to one of the counters, at least being about thirty people long.

Jesus, you think, of course there just had to be that many people here today.

You join the queue at the back, standing behind a woman in a summer dress. She looks around the store and glances at you, smiling briefly. The queue remains stationary for another few minutes before one person finally gets served and leaves.

Boredom takes you by the hand and you let out a deep, uninterested sigh. Time seemed to go slower here.