"Boy, is it hot in here," I mumbled beneath my breath, beginning to scope out the entire store for any employees. One lady sat near the back, fumbling with something behind the cash register. She glanced up at us as we walked in, but didn't say anything.
I took one more quick look around the shop, figuring out where the clothes were. Along with that, I found the back exit and the fitting rooms. I put a hand on Rebecca's shoulder, startling her slightly. She had been staring at the other side of the store, just admiring all of the old things in front of her.
"Don't be so jumpy, man, the one lady in here hasn't suspected a thing," I teased, turning her slightly to face the clothing. "That's what we need right now. We can enjoy the other stuff at a later date," I added, starting to make my way over to the clothing.
Out of habit, I went straight to the guys clothes, only to have Rebecca grab my arm and turn me to the women's clothes. Guys clothes just tended to fit me better, so I was stuck on the habit. I even pulled back, going where I first intended, only to be pulled back again.
"You gotta wear girls' clothes this time, man," Rebecca insisted, pulling me with her to go look at the skirts. "Or at least some jeans that were meant for girls," she added, rolling her eyes at me.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever," I said, jokingly waving her off as I moved down the length of racks to where the jeans were. She knew I wouldn't stand for shorts, no matter how much she tried to convince me into it.
We stood at opposite ends of the clothing section, rummaging through every available bottom to us until we found something that would work. We would still have to try it on, but it was better to have a first choice rather than none at all. I grabbed a worn out pair of jeans that looked like they were my size.
"I think I got something," I said, turning to see that Rebecca was staring down a pair of white shorts and a navy skirt of sorts. She didn't look up, but instead started to mumble about which one would be a better pick.
I took this opportunity to move behind her quietly, still not stirring her from the intense concentration she had. I leaned down, making it so that my mouth was right behind her ear.
"Excuse me, Miss," I whispered in a deep voice, trying as best as I could to sound like an old man. Rebecca jumped horribly, dropping both of the articles of clothing. She turned quickly, groaning when she saw that it was just me.
"You scared me!" she exclaimed, slapping my arm before reaching down to grab the clothes that she had dropped. "Which one should I get?" she asked, holding them up for me to see better.
"The shorts, it's easier to move around in shorts," I said, giving her a nod as she put the skirt back on the rack. "We can always come back and get the skirt later," I added, knowing that she had grown a fondness for the skirt in the short minutes she had found it.
I was sure that she had taken a liking for most of the things on the racks in front of us, but had to ignore them all so that we could go fast. If we had the time - and the money - the two of us could be here for quite awhile, I was sure.
"Here, let's look at the shirts, now," I said, pointing to the rack of clothes behind us. I didn't like having a time constraint for quite a few reasons, one of the major ones being Rebecca worrying that we would run out of time. I could see it in her eyes that she was already getting worried over the rushing around, and with the risk of getting caught, as well. This moment was just welcoming stress and worry for her, and in turn for me.