Cassandra Selwyn (singled_out) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2013-04-20 00:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-09-26, reggie |
you're the kind of guy a girl finds in a blue moon
Who: Cassie and Reggie
When: Early Afternoo
Where: The mall in Ann Arbor; specifically the female "undergarment" department.
There weren’t many practical things that Cassie was good at. Cooking wasn’t a strong suit, and what was the point when you could always call for take-out? Crafts had never been of any interest to her, and who had the time for them anyway? Shopping, on the other hand, was a skill that she had perfected – one that she would argue was not only practical, but essential. There were many reasons to go out to the mall, though the only one that had brought Cassie out of the house was boredom. Her power had been flicking in and out all morning long, which in addition to being annoying eliminated many of her options for how to spend the day. The thought had passed through her mind to go over to her mother’s, but she decided to wait until later in the evening to pop in for a visit. Making it for dinner would show Marisa that she wasn’t planning on hiding from her now that she was back in town, but it would also limit the amount of time that her sister had to bear her presence. She knew she was far from a burden, but that didn’t mean that all of Marisa’s anger had suddenly disappeared. They would get there – or at least she hoped that they would. The mall held nothing in particular that Cassie wanted, but the longer she walked around, the more she began to spot things that she thought Jacob might like, or even Marisa or her mother. Apparently a decade had not completely eliminated her tendency to spoil her family; it only helped matters (or perhaps made them worse, considering how many bags she was accumulating) that she had the great financial means to do so. She had no earthly idea what her nephew – or sister, for that matter – might like, which only gave her more of an excuse to keep buying frivolous items, both large and small, that caught her eye. Jacob was just about old enough for an Xbox, right? With her arms loaded to their weight capacity, Cassie decided to pop into a clothing store for something for herself, because – well, there was really no reason not to. Her wardrobe was extensive, it was true, but she was finding that her all of her outfits weren’t quite suited for the laid-back streets of Scarlet Oak. She wove her way throughout the racks, flicking through hangers of tops and skirts and pants – none of which caught her eye. Eventually she found her way to the underwear section. It was always a treat to buy something new; even if she had no one to show it to, sometimes it gave her that added boost in confidence to know that she had on sexy underwear beneath her dress jacket. With a few selections to try on, Cassie headed toward the dressing room. She lingered outside long enough to check her phone for any missed messages or emails. After ten years of having the device permanently fused to her hand, it was hard to break the habit of checking it every chance she got. At least now she had a good reason to check – Marisa had her number and maybe, just maybe, she might decide to call it. For all her obsession with her phone, Cassie didn’t notice that when she thought she had slipped it back into her purse, it had actually missed the pocket completely and fallen into the floor. She had just put on a lovely floral silk bra and was eyeing herself in the mirror when a familiar sound put her on alert. Cassie was one of the few people in the world who did not have a particular song assigned to their ringtone, and when she heard the chirps of her phone, she dove in her bag to look for it. Her brow furrowed when she couldn’t find it where she knew it should be and the longer it rang, the more panicked she became. What if it really was Marisa? And what would she think if the call went to voicemail? Without a second’s thought, Cassie opened the door to her dressing room and stamped out onto the floor with her eyes searching the ground. Nothing; there was no sight of her phone anywhere. The chirping sound brought her attention to a man looking extremely out of place with her treasure in hand. She marched up to him before taking a stance, hands on her hips and eyebrow raised. “I’m pretty sure that’s my phone you have there.” Had Cassie noticed that she had left the dressing room without a shirt on? No. She was firstly concerned with who was calling her; secondly on the attractive man holding her phone. |