you and wyatt were at the mall for the afternoon. as you roamed the place, avoiding the sales people, you spotted an sephora.
"we're going," you pulled him into the makeup shop and walked to the eye section.
"why? you don't need this," he grabbed your hand.
"but i like it!!!! see? sparkly!" you held up a shimmery pink eyeshadow and he chuckled.
"what do you need oh so badly?"
"a new palette and mascara."
you rummaged through the different brands of mascara until you found your favorite. wyatt wondered off and was looking through the colors of eyeshadows.
"rose?" he scoffed. "really creative." he turned around and gasped. "what is this?!" he pointed to a package of eyelash curlers.
"eyelash curlers," you laughed.
"those look like they could kill you! what if you curled your eyeball?!"
"that can't happen, wyatt." you grabbed them and brought them near him.
"GET IT AWAY FROM ME MY EYES DONT LIKE BEING CURLY!" he said loudly.
"wyatt! shh!" you whisper yelled.
clicking of heals came closer to the aisle you were in. there stood a sephora worker. she looked to be mid forties and didn't enjoy her job.
"is everything okay over here?" she asked, annoyance in her voice.
"just peachy!" wyatt smiled as he held up a peach/pink eyeshadow.
"jesus christ," you pursed your lips as you pulled wyatt out of the store. he laughed at his own joke and wrapped his arm around your shoulders.
"you're lucky i love you, idiot." you rolled your eyes.
"i think that's a great store, too bad we won't be welcomed back.. probably."
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