warning for use of homophobic slur
Robin followed the stranger's lead without hesitation. Anything to get away from the Russian. The clothing store looked normal. She overheard a few teens looking for jeans with rips already in them, seniors needing a good deal, a few adults looking for kids clothing that they grew out of so fast. Regular stuff. Back home, it could have been in the Starcourt mall. Maybe that's why the Russians picked this area.
"Blend in." She repeated with a nod and felt like an idiot. Saying the words out loud was hardly inconspicuous. She pretended to be looking at a pink lace top and heard that creepy voice.
"That's for a normal girl. Not a dyke."
Robin looked up from the blouse horrified, and around to the other customers. She expected the teens to laugh and point and the rest to condemn the freak, or worse, try to change her. No one seemed to notice. She could hear chanting.
"They know your secret now. Dirty, dirty secret."
"Didn't they hear that?" Robin asked the man who helped her. "Didn't you?" She took a step back from the clothes and looked around. "He's here. He knows. How does he know? I..I don't want anyone to know."