/A romantic novel with some features of a dystopia close to reality/
Vivian lives in a world where everything must go according to the plan.
Order and security are the foundation of this world, as well as total control and painful punishment for th...
While I'm going down to get the phone, I'm feeling an overcoming remorse that I didn't offer Vivian to go shopping. What if she prefers offline shops to online ones?
I shake my head irritably from side to side - why am I even thinking about such little things?
I guess I just don't want to offend her in any way. Or frighten. She seems fragile and vulnerable.
When have you ever cared about something like that, Aiden Carter?
I find my phone on the kitchen table and make a mental note to watch where I leave it better. The password is secure, but notifications on the screen can easily let things fall apart.
Approaching Vivian's room, I suddenly realize that I have no idea where it's better to buy women's clothes. And surely the shops she loves simply don't exist here. Let's try some app with a large selection of closing.
I find Vivian lying on the bed. She looks at the ceiling, obviously thinking about something.
Noticing me, she abruptly gets up and sits on the edge - probably because she's wearing a skirt and it's indecent to lie like that in front of a man.
This is just my guess - I'm still struggling to understand her feelings and actions.
To lighten things, I ask the first question that comes to mind:
«What style of clothing do you prefer?»
Vivian raises an eyebrow and smiles, clearly amused.
"I never had a choice: formal style, beige tones is everything that's supposed to be appropriate in my world."
At the mention of home, the smile quickly fades from her face.
I try to imagine her in some other style of clothing than the one she is in now, but give up - we have too much choice for self-expression, it's hard to even count.
"How about we figure it out as we go along. We'll add everything you like to the cart, and then sort it out," I suggest, and then recall, "You don't mind online shopping, do you?"
"Actually, I love online shopping the most. I don't like to go shopping and try on clothes on the spot, it's exhausting," she explains.
I sit down close to Vivian so she can see the phone screen.
Damn, I should have brought my laptop.
The girl seems to freeze from my proximity. I think she even stopped breathing.
I sometimes feel like she is a hermit who has never seen people and doesn't know what to expect from them.
To distract her and myself, I rush to open the app. After clicking on the "women's clothing" icon, I slowly scroll down.
There are thousands or even hundreds of thousands of offers here, my head is spinning. I'll go crazy if I get dragged into this.
"I guess it would be better if you study everything yourself and choose carefully, and then I'll just enter my card details," I try to get out stealthily.
"Okay," Vivian replies with obvious relief.
We would both blush like teens when choosing underwear for her. I would just from how embarrassed she would be.
"I'm going to my room for now, if you don't mind."
Vivian doesn't answer, immersing into the study of an endless flow of offers with all seriousness and responsibility.
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