The dressing room

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8am Monday morning

I've just dropped Kate off down town and I'm making my way to my interview when I drive past a café.
' I've still got an hour to kill, stopping for a coffee wouldn't hurt.' I thought as I pulled over and parked.

After my coffee I walk out the café and notice a shop across the street.

I take a closer look through the window and see the most elegant navy long sleeve with different shades of pink flower dress shirt with matching black dress pants.

'Perfect'

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'Perfect'

I walk in, find my size and go try it on. I look at my reflection in the changing room mirror, noticing how these pants make my butt look so good. I take the pants  off and fold them neatly and as I undo the second last button of my shirt, the curtain flies open and a man walks in while laughing at something behind him.

"WOOOW, excuse me" I say quickly turning around to face my back to this stranger.

"Oh hey sorry." He says and I can see in the mirror he turns to leave but stops in his track after taking a glance at me in the mirror. This man is tall, brunette hair and hazel eyes, he's wearing white jeans and a red dress shirt with matching shoes.

 This man is tall, brunette hair and hazel eyes, he's wearing white jeans and a red dress shirt with matching shoes

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