I looked in the mirror at the outfit I was going to buy. A pair of light, holy, skinny jeans, with a plain white shirt that roled in waves, and a red plaid that hung around my hips. As I was in the dressing room I heard my friend, Kasey call out to me "Rochelle, are you almost done you've been in there for like ten minutes!"
"I'll be out I promise!" but I sat there still, now only in my bra looking at myself noticing every flaw that I had every noticed, the way my dark hair fell in unruly curls, my boring, plain Jane blue eyes, and-
"Rochelle!?"
"I'm coming right out!"
"Thank you guys for shopping at Maurices today, did you find everything ok?"
"Just great thanks so much," the cashier and I engaged in a small talk and she gave me my total and I left. But as I walked out the Maurices that day, December 9th, about 12 45 in the afternoon, my gaze fell on my crush. Gabe Wildman. I watched how he walked so casually and I just kept pondering, "How can he just walk in sweatpants and look like an absolute model?!" His eyes lifted from his phone and landed on me. I couldn't help but keep looking, and he kept looking. Finally my save in grace Kacey who came in pulled my arm breaking from my "trance."
"What are you doing?! You look like a weirdo you're just staring at him!" I looked down and tucked my crazy hair behind my ear, "Want to go to Starbucks?"
