Re: Dress Shop
The tight cling of her fingers only emphasized hat small, tentative smile, so unlike one that the true owner would have given. If she smiled at all. She had never seen such a thing, but there was little reason to have.
The question was heard, but she didn't respond to it, just gave a little shake of her head. It was not worth asking, not when she knew what the likely answer was. "I want to." But here was still far too public and so, with another smile and a little twitch of her head, she added, "Come on."
There were padded seats in the dressing room, she'd seen them through the open doors of the stalls. A comfortable place to sit, good company, yes, that would suit very much. She tugged a little at the hand in hers, her smile turning wider, inviting. "Please?"