Penny For Your Thoughts?

Sixth

Zayn walks through the endless aisles of the dress boutique with Marissa always a few feet ahead of him. She's on the radar for a perfect dress for some banquet her mother always throws around Marissa's parent's anniversary. But ever since the divorce, her mother needed a good distraction. At least, that's what Marissa told Zayn.

She doesn't even have one to try on since they've been in the store, which has been a little over thirty minutes. Although Zayn loves spending time with her, he also hates shopping unless it was absolutely necessary. But again, it's Marissa. And how did he adore that girl.

"There's nothing here. What if I don't find anything? What if mum finds out I didn't find anything?" Marissa's hands meet her cheeks as she imagines such a world where her mother thought her daughter wasn't prepared.

"Mar, listen to me," He could already see her worried appearance falter when he called her by her nickname, and she faced him for more reassurance. "Honestly, I believe that you'll look gorgeous in literally everything in here. Just find a color that you like, even if you don't like the dress specifically, and try it on," She melts at his words, and nods her head. She walks around to the front of the store and he sees her pick up a dress. She walks to the fitting rooms and closes the curtain before he can see exactly what dress she picked.

He sighs and takes a seat on a love seat next to the changing rooms and waits for her there. "You know I would think to show you the dress I chose if you gave me an inspirational speech about it," he grumbles, but she knew he wasn't really mad.

"Just try on the dress you like, Z. Then we can go from there," She jokes and he pouts though she can't see him.

"I mean hypothetically," he sucks his teeth and he can hear her laughing.

"Can you help me with the zipper, please?" He could hear the uncertainty in her tone and that's enough for him to stand up quickly just at her voice. He walks to her crème colored curtain just as she pulls it open a little for him to help her. "Don't look in the mirror. I don't like this one very much anyway," She moves her light brown hair to the side for him to have easy access. Zayn keeps his head low and helps her zip the sapphire zipper without it getting caught in the material or her golden skin.

When he gets it up, he still doesn't look at her reflection, "I got it. Can I look now?" She nods her head and he looks into the mirror. He gasps.

"You forced that," she looks down self consciously, but he still can't move because he can't take his eyes off of her.

"I didn't," he finally says. He turns her around when he snaps out of it and he looks at her from toe to head. "You look, I can't even find the words. Radiant? Beautiful? Ravishing," He sees a blush form on her cheeks.

"Thank you, I think I'm going to get it," She turns back to the mirror and he catches the price tag as she moves.

"Well, I'll be out here waiting for you," He closes the curtain for her and takes out his wallet. He takes out four Ben Franklins. "Make sure to grab a pair of shoes when you get out,"