"How about this one?" I ask Damon, holding up a short grey dress with long sleeves.
"Too school teacher," he says with a shake of his head.
"You're so picky," I laugh, searching through the racks again.
"And you're not?" he counters. "We've been here for like forty minutes."
"You're the one who said we should go shopping," I point out.
"Because I thought it could be fun, but so far I was wrong," he mutters, irritably pushing dresses on the rack.
"Fine. Pick out five dresses for me, I'll try them on, and I have to leave the store with at least one of them in the next 15 minutes," I command.
"Fine," he groans. "Go wait in the dressing room and I'll bring them to you."
"Fine," I say curtly with a nod as I turn on my heels and walk towards the dressing rooms. "I'm a size 6."
I walk into one of the dressing room stalls and close the door. I take off my jacket and my boots, followed by my shirt. I have my jeans halfway off when the stall door opens and Damon is standing in front of me, holding five dresses.
"Damon!" I exclaim, quickly grabbing the dresses from him and closing the door, this time locking it.
"You should've locked the door," he chuckles.
"You could've knocked," I say as I finish taking my jeans off and put one of the dresses on.
"Like I said yesterday, it's nothing I haven't seen before."
"Shut up," I snap as I open the door and walk out to look at myself in the big mirror of the dressing room.
Damon just smirks at me from his spot in one of the chairs in the waiting area part of the dressing room. "You're feisty today."
"Well, your brother kind of put me in a mood that I can't seem to get out of," I sigh as I examine the dress. I turn towards Damon. "What do you think?"
He twirls his finger, signaling for me to turn around. I slowly do a 360 so he can see the dress from all angles.
"It's okay," he says, shrugging. "What do you think?"
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I look at my reflection in the mirror, running my hands over the pink fabric. "I think I look like a bottle of Pepto-Bismol."
Damon laughs. "Then I think you should go change."
I nod in agreement and walk back into the stall. I quickly take off the dress and put on a blue one.
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