Castaway ➳ cth [EDITING/HIATUS]

Chapter 29

June's P.O.V.

The wine red dress was too long for my taste. It hung loosely over my body, a foot of material pooling on the floor. I had chosen the wrong size, once again.

"It's too extravagant anyway", the lady, whose name tag told me was "Sharon", said with a strong brow furrow and attempted to pull the dress to hug my slight curves perfectly, but it resulted to be pointless.

"Unfortunately, I've never been on a date before", I stammer and shove the thin straps off my shoulders. "The dress is... well, I'm unsure. I had my eye on the lace anyway."

The back of the dress was mostly covered by lace with tiny, but beautiful patterns that tugged on my attention. Unfortunately, that one had to go due to its length.

Defeated, I toss the dress onto the growing pile of clothes. The dressing room was too small, almost triggering my claustrophobia, thus I almost wasn't able to see my feet that were buried under the colorful mess.

"You know what color suits you better?" Sharon whistled enthusiastically, her hand wandering over clothing items draped over her forearm. "Dark blue."

"Like my hair, or what?" I scoffed sarcastically and let out a loud, long but desperate breath.

Sharon only send me a smile and pushed her short, black hair behind her ear. "This one is really cute."

The button-up shirt she held was navy blue; a color that dominated the entire array of clothing in my closet at home. Although I would've never picked it up myself, Sharon was convinced it would fit me well.

After sliding my arms in each sleeve, I regarded myself closely. The material was soft and light, something I really appreciate about shirts, especially the ones that are buttoned-up.

"Let your hair down", she commands and I remove the hair tie from my messy, blue dyed hair. Michael finally managed to dye the rest of the revolting mop that I defined as hair, and the coconut oil left-overs gave the roots a greasy look, but that didn't bother me at all. I planned to wear a fedora anyway.

"Hm", Sharon nodded approvingly and fiddled around with my hair until it was rightly positioned. "Yes, that's it. Not to excessive, not to casual... I'd recommend a skirt with that."

Her upper lip curled into a smile and her bold, dark eyelash-extensions gave me a friendly wink. "Who is the special girl you're going on a date with?"

Confused, I raise my brows. "Oh... actually I'm not... I'm not, I'm going with a guy."

"Oh really?" She says surprised, but it gave me the impression that she sounded quiet... disappointed? "How is he?"

"He's quiet cool", I stated, trying to hide the fact that I there's more than 'quiet cool'. "Just very casual, you know."

"Oh, so you don't have a boyfriend?" Sharon says, wanting me to clarify.

I shook my head. "Not really, no."

"Are you bi?"

"Excuse me?"

"Are you bi as in bisexual? Do you like boys and girls?"

Clearing my throat, I unbutton the shirt carefully and slide on my own jumper, her eyes continued trailing my body.

"Sorry, but... actually I'm not...." I put on a polite, but uncomfortable smile and seize my purse. "Excuse me please... uh, have a nice day."

My cheeks turned crimson red while pushing myself past her, not giving her a last glare. "Thank you for coming!" She yells as I distance myself from the store.