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He scratched the back of his head. “The blue matches your hair.”
I rolled my eyes and replaced it on the rack. He was a terrible shopping partner. I turned and walked away, but he quickly caught up.
“You can’t just walk away like that.”
“Why not?”
“Because I’m trying to protect you.”
“Oh, yeah?” I said, contorting my face comically. “Is there someone hiding in the dresses?” I dramatically pulled the dresses aside on the rack and looked for any sign of danger. “Or maybe there’s someone hiding behind the counter, just waiting to pull a tommy gun.”
“You’re not taking this seriously.”
“Because we’re shopping. What could possibly go wrong?”
“You want a list?” he asked, crossing his arms over his chest. “Alright, you could piss off the sales clerk.”
“And why would I do that?”
“Oh, I don’t know. Your winning personality?”
My nostrils flared in anger. “I have a fabulous personality. I’m nice to everyone.”
“Maybe this person finds that kind of sweetness annoying. Maybe he doesn’t want you to be nice to everyone.”
“So, he wants a woman to be a bitch? That’s what he’s looking for in a customer?”
“Did you ever think that sweetness can be confused with flirting?”
I scoffed at the incredulity of it all. “Oh, so he’s worried I’ll be flirting with him and trying to get something for free?”
“Maybe you are. Maybe you’re the type of woman who uses men with her beauty and charm to wrap a man around her finger.”
I pursed my lips. “He doesn’t have to sell anything to me.”
“Maybe he can’t resist getting that sale.”
“Well, if that’s all she is to him, maybe she doesn’t want the clothes after all!” I snapped.
“Are we still talking about shopping?”
I turned and looked at Kavanaugh and the confused expression on his face. “Maybe we should just get back to picking out clothes.”
“Let’s do that,” he said, dragging me over to a dress rack. “What about these?”
“I’m sure I could find something that wouldn’t make the sales person feel like I’m using him for his clothes.” I angrily started shoving the clothes from one side of the rack to the other. But within minutes, I was checking out each dress and had completely forgotten about my argument with Eli.
“It’s just so hard to choose. I love them all.
“Sure,” Eli nodded, “it looks great.”
He wasn’t paying attention, though. His eyes were focused on something else across the street. I glanced behind me, but didn’t see anything.
“What is it?”
“Huh?” he asked, his eyes narrowing further.
I turned fully this time, but was spun around and guided over to the dressing room. “You should try it on. I want to see it on you.”
