"We will have lunch at one of Lawndale's most favored spots, The Pizza King," Jane announced to Shalah and her best friend that were in tow. "We will now enter one of my personal fav places to shop on Dega Street, The Spot."

The trio entered the store and were greeted with various assortments of trendy to vintage clothes on the mannequins. Everything was so neat and arranged so that the customer felt as though they were in a specialty Boutique. Even the young lady behind the counter was stylishly dressed, but not at all out of place in the setting of Dega Street.

"Can I help you with anything?" she asked brightly.

"Just browsing, but if you have anything….unique I would love to see it," Jane said as she and her friends looked at the various racks.

"Got a date you want to impress?" the clerk asked.

"I've already impressed him, but it doesn't hurt to keep him on his toes," Jane said around a smirk.

"So who is this mystery man?" her best friend asked curious as to what had happened to the older gentleman that she had met back at school.

"An old friend," she said as offhandedly as she could, but her friend knew her too well. There was more to this.

"You've reconnected with an ex?"

"Not an ex. Someone I knew once and I am becoming reacquainted with."

"Jesse?"

"Enough with the inquisition. It's a holiday and I want to have fun. I'm trying this on," she snapped and took the clothes that she had chosen and went to the dressing room.

"I know that you've known Jane longer than me, but I think that she just needs some space right now," Shalah said approaching the petite young woman that was staring in the direction that Jane had went.

"I've given her nothing but space. Compared to how we were, we barely speak to one another." She turned her attention back to Shalah as though just realizing that she were there. "You seem nice and I am glad that Jane has someone that she feels like she can talk to. Tell her I had to get home, okay?" she left the shop feeling like every bit of the third wheel.

"Hold your applause everyone," Jane emerged from the dressing room minutes later wearing a red tee with sheer short sleeves and a pair of black leather pants that left little to the imagination.

"We have a lovely gold chain belt to go with it," the clerk said holding one up.

"She said that she had to go," Shalah explained seeing Jane looking for their former companion.

Of course she did! Where is this damn anger coming from?

"So what do you think?" Jane asked Shalah.

"I think that outfit is definitely hot and you should talk to your friend." Shalah wanted the two women that were so obviously close to come to some kind of understanding. She knew why Jane was feeling the way that she did, but she wasn't sure if Jane knew it yet.

"…..I will," Jane agreed begrudgingly.

Why do I have to be the one to call her? Cause she probably doesn't even know what you're pissed about idiot.

Jane paid for her purchases and along with Shalah made their way on over for lunch. She had made up her mind to speak with her friend once she'd gone home and gotten Shalah settled.