As we drive, we jam out to song after song. I couldn't tell you what songs we sang along to, as I don't remember, but it was hella fun. Vinny sits on a bench outside of Hot Topic while I browse their clothes for anything. He smiles at me when I come out with a bag of miscellaneous items.
"This is fun," he says as we head to the next store.
"How is this fun?" I ask him without thinking.
"It's fun to see you like this," he answers. "And to just be out an about."
"You mean being normal."
"Yeah, I guess."
The next store is where I find what I'm going to wear tonight: A black dress, low cut in the front, designed to make my boobs bigger, and a skirt that flows perfect, like liquid shadows. I don't show Vinny out of embarrassment.
I mean, come on, of course he's gonna see me in it, but still.
I just tell him that I found the one and we head out to the car.
We're talking about someone we saw while in the mall when I see the two large men in suits standing there, right in front of our car.
"Y/n?" asks the bald one.
"Who is asking?" I ask.
"We are, ma'am," says the other.
"We're with the police. We'd like to speak to you about that ... injury you sustained during that home invasion you had a couple weeks ago."
"What about it?" Vinny asks.
"They seem to match our records for a dead man. Tell us, y/n, do you know anyone named Jeffrey Koval?"
