Rebecca Thomas dipped her brush into the small pot of lip gloss and dabbed it softly on
her lips. Today had been a long day at the Lola department store. The two rich old bitties that
were usually bothering her at the makeup counter had been there earlier. Lord they got under her
skin! She checked her watch and noticed there was only forty-five minutes until the store closed
for the night. Rebecca turned from the mirror and rolled her eyes when she noticed the door to
the ladies room creak open and a beautiful cocoa-colored brunette briskly walk through it. All
she wanted was a few minutes of silence but another woman in the bathroom always spelled
noise. Damn those pesky ladies room discussions.
The bathroom was painted a soft brown with gold trim around the counters and stalls.
There was a small loveseat in the resting area. Rebecca never understood why there was a
loveseat, no one ever used it. This powder room was, however, a place of peace where Rebecca
could take a few minutes to exhale. Rebecca couldn't help but turn her head all the way around
at such a natural beauty. She whipped her head back to the mirror when she noticed the young
woman peering straight into her eyes with a raised eyebrow. She briskly swiped the lip gloss
across her lips once more.
"You shouldn't try so hard to be perfect, it isn't becoming of anyone," the woman said,
tousling her hair and looking into the mirror. She loosened the curls around her face by gently
extending them with her finger. Rebecca looked into her deep, green eyes. She felt the amount of
rudeness the woman was showing to a stranger was pretty shocking. She was startled by the
woman's soft, but deep voice. It was deep like hot chocolate, but soothing nonetheless. She felt
she had no choice but to listen.
"Well, if you feel that way, then why are you looking in the mirror?" Rebecca rolled her
eyes, slipped the lip gloss brush and pot filled with red, strawberry-tasting liquid back in her
purse and headed for the door.
"I'm not trying to be perfect," the woman said, staring at the back of Rebecca's head.
"My beauty comes naturally. Your need to be perfect despite the fact that you are not is imposing
on other people's ability to be comfortable with themselves and I find it very, very rude." The
woman's face looked like stone but there was a small smirk that formed at the corner of her
mouth.
Rebecca wrinkled her nose at the woman's strange remark. Freak, she muttered in her
head. The woman's nostrils flared, and in the second it took Rebecca to take another step toward
the door the woman was standing right in front of her.
"I really despise rudeness," the woman said tilting her head to the right. "Well, you won't
be a waste. I'm starving anyway."
In a moment that seemed to defy time itself, the woman grabbed Rebecca by the neck and
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