Generator Rex - One Man Remedy

Chapter 1

Why can't women just pick a set of clothes and be done with it? Why do they have to try on the entire store before they make a decision? And why the heck does that salesgirl keep looking in my direction every time she thinks I'm not paying attention?

I was sitting alone with a sleeping Breach snoring beside me, enjoying my third soda, and waiting for Circe to come out of the dressing room. Apparently she wanted to bore me to death after forgetting to bring her project like she had asked. I probably would've been okay with the boredom, if it didn't involve sitting in a women's department store and being asked loaded questions about how she looked. Yeah, those were fun.

The only thing I wanted to do at that moment was go break something down at the rail yard. Maybe I'll get lucky and Hunter Cain will find me while I was out there. Just as long as I got some time to myself, I'd probably be happy. At least that was the plan, anyway. Imagine my surprise when I found Circe and Breach waiting on the steps.

As I started guzzling another soda to help me get through this hated relationship bonding activity, something made me look up. I glanced across the store and noticed a girl about my age looking through some dresses. As I watched, she periodically stripped some of their tags and slipped them into her backpack. When the backpack was as full as it could be, she started walking toward the exit, taking care to look around. As she neared the front, she saw me watching her and gave a little wave. I gave a curt nod and continued drinking my soda.

It's always better not to get involved if you can help it. Wise words Six. Wise words. I wonder if he and Holiday were back from their charity trip to Hong Kong.

"Well?" A voice called from behind me. "How do I look?"

I turned to see Circe standing behind me with her hands on her hips. She was wearing a white blouse with a red heart on it and yellow lines along the back, a black mini-skirt, knee-high black socks, and black flats. All in all, she didn't look half-bad.

Circe smiled coyly. "Like what you see?"

I shrugged. "That depends. What am I supposed to be seeing?"

"My outfit," she said, rolling her eyes. "Tell me how it looks."

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why do I have to tell you how it looks on you? Can't you decide that on your own?"

"Yes, but it helps to have an unbiased male opinion as well."

"Unbiased? Since when is a girl asking about how she looks unbiased?"

"Just tell me what you think," Circe said, looking irked.

"Will my judgement affect us getting out of here faster?" I asked, trying my best to look like I was going to cry.

"Probably."

"Well then, I love it," I said. "Let's buy it and get the heck out of this place."

Circe gave a troubled sigh, her mini-skirt swaying slightly. "Fine. We can go."

"Great!" I said clapping my hands. "I'm starving."

Circe gave another sigh, shaking her head. "You're a real piece of work, you know that?"

"If you say so." I answered, heading for the exit.