"Turn around. I need to see the back of you."
Rachel gingerly spins her body, but also moves quickly as if she is trying to avoid the two eyes burning at her back.
He stops rummaging through the clothes rack, and he squints at Rachel. "Wait what—what are you wearing?"
"A dress?" Her words always end with a question mark when she is around Jake. Ending her sentences with a period will be unthinkable.
"I know it's a dress." Jake strides over and pulls the skirt down. Or rather yanks it. Rachel's heart scitters down her throat.
"I don't like it. It's not you. Try on something else."
Rachel scurries away to the women's section, but not before hearing Jake bellow, in front of the shoppers and everybody,
"And make it QUICK!"
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The Lion in the Wardrobe
General Fiction"Turn around. I want to see the back of you."
