InsaneJournal

As tempting as it was to purchase another pair of heels, what Felicia really needed was a new comfy pair of boots. Well, maybe she'd grab a few heels to wear. She did need something to match the new outfit she'd purchased a few hours ago. The night might have been far off, but she liked to be prepared for a party rather than staring at her closet wondering what kind of old combination she'd have to put together. For now, she was just looking over a pair of black knee highs. She'd have to add the fur on manually, but that never really bothered her. She thought of getting the outfit specifically tailored, but didn't want to be traced.

For now, she'd have to settle for her own arts and crafts. The flat soled boot was comfortable. It snuggly fit against her calf, and didn't bunch or tug when she flexed and pointed her foot. She had pulled them up over a pair of leggings, a little thinner than the fabric of her suit, but she'd make due. The trimming was pretty inexpensive and it didn't take her that long to sew it on.

There was another pair a few shops over that she had liked as well, but she was kind of digging the ribbing on this one. While it wasn't smooth, it would give her outfit a nice upgraded look.

Lifting her head, she looked around for a sales agent and saw someone much more familiar. They'd gone to school together. She hadn't seen him since, pretty much cutting ties with the place since her graduation. She was on to bigger and better things now, especially since she'd gotten a genetic upgrade. Work had become so much easier, even if she was still working out the kinks in her abilities. Property damage wasn't part of her agenda, but it happened.

She wondered if she should greet him or just wander around to see if he approached her. Did he even remember her? She couldn't properly recall his name.