"Oh, this might look good on you."
"No."
Zoe pouted and hung the pink blouse back on its rack. She continued through the store, Grace following her as she checked out the different merchandise herself. This was definitely not her style. The guys would laugh at her. She would rather be caught dead… "How about this one? It's cute, isn't it?"
Better, Grace decided as she ran her eyes over the burning skulls, but shook her head.
"How about for me? Nice, huh?" Zoe asked as she held the light-weight, see-through fabric over her own shirt.
Grace shrugged her shoulders, "Try it on and see if you like it." She said, which earned a look of disapproval. It took her a second before she caught on, "Oh, yeah, I like it. Try it on."
Zoe had already turned her back to her with a sigh, "Okay, I will." She said, looking at the other clothing.
After a good 10 minutes, with a pile of clothes in her hand, Zoe sent Grace her purse and tied her rainbow scarf around her shoulders telling her to keep a good eye and to stay in one place. Grace nodded and moved to sit down near the dressing room as Zoe quickly followed the attendant.
Placing the purse down beside her, she pressed her hands to her face and let out an exhausted sigh. She wanted to go home.
Hearing a giggle, she looked up at a boy who was wearing the store uniform, standing at the counter. She looked at him in confusion as he sent her an awkward, but amused smile and said "Welcome to the club."
She stared at him for a few minutes, before she groaned in distressed, moving her hand to pinch her temple, "There's a club, now?"
"There's always been a club, darling. There's no escape."
