Post by Deleted on Jun 27, 2010 23:46:33 GMT -8
"I need the skirt to be just a little shorter. I don't want to send him the message: hey, Chance, I'm a nun you'll never get very far with...you know?" Grace looked at the sales girl, who and walked away to get her a different skirt. Grace held up the red halter to her and looked in the mirror. It was a shirt that reminded her way too much of her past. "Hi, follow me into a van. No. Chance deserves better than that." she sighed and set the top on a growing pile of shirts that she had already turned down.
Her brown hair was starting to bother her. Grace pulled it up into a pony tail and scooped up her reject pile. "Caroline, you can just take these all back to their racks--" With the clothes obstructing her view, she didn't see the guy she was crossing paths with until she had slammed into him and her and all of the blouses were on the floor.
smooth, Grace. Real smooth. "I am so sorry! I wasn't looking where I was going!" she immediately apologized, although she hadn't even looked up at him yet. Instead, she was collecting the clothing that were scattered on the floor. After she had picked up the several ones in her immediate reach, the nineteen year old looked up to see who it was that she was speaking to.
Her brown hair was starting to bother her. Grace pulled it up into a pony tail and scooped up her reject pile. "Caroline, you can just take these all back to their racks--" With the clothes obstructing her view, she didn't see the guy she was crossing paths with until she had slammed into him and her and all of the blouses were on the floor.
smooth, Grace. Real smooth. "I am so sorry! I wasn't looking where I was going!" she immediately apologized, although she hadn't even looked up at him yet. Instead, she was collecting the clothing that were scattered on the floor. After she had picked up the several ones in her immediate reach, the nineteen year old looked up to see who it was that she was speaking to.