𝕊𝕋𝕆ℝ𝕀𝔼𝕊 𝔽ℝ𝕆𝕄 𝔸 𝕎𝕆ℝ𝔻 ～ 𝘑𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘔𝘤𝘈𝘷𝘰𝘺

08 - [B] Polychromatic

P O L Y C H R O M A T I C
adjective [pol-ee-kroh-mat-ik, -kruh-]

Having or exhibiting a variety of colours.

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You strolled through the exhibition, swinging your hand bag slowly and trying to maintain a look of fascination on your face. It's not that you weren't enjoying the event, you love style and innovation but you felt a little... left out. You're best friend [y/bf/n] was keeping an eye on you often but you didn't blame her for being completely engaged into picking out every opportunity to learn more about the industry.

You're at a fashion exhibition with your friend who is currently in her last year of studying for her bachelor degree in fashion design. You admire her creativity and you love working with materials to create something new but at the moment you feel like you belong somewhere else. Though you just tagged along with her to help the boring weekend pass by.

You stopped by a shoe stall that specifically specialised in heel designs for women. You examined every one of them with a smile on your face, they all looked so glamourous and pretty. You imagined wearing them to a party, they all seemed fit for a celebrity on the red carpet.

You picked on shoe up with a little of the front opened up and asked the attendant, "Is this a peep toe?"

"Yes it is, we have a brilliant collection made of different colours and materials..."

She went on but you zoned out a bit, walking away and looking at another shoe-

"You know that wasn't actually a peep-toed shoe."

You jerked slightly in fright. Someone spoke over your shoulder and you turned around immediately.

"Sorry about that, I didn't realise I'd frighten you," A young man apologised, then showed you another heeled shoe, "This is a peep toe. That one was an open toe."

You took a moment to process the situation then smiled, "Um... wouldn't the attendant know better?"

He chuckled and looked to the ground, while putting the shoe back,"N-No actually, this is in fact an open toe and-"

"How would you know that?"

"Well um... because an open toe has a much more 'opened' front, whereas a peep toe just you know... peeps," He explained and licked his lips nervously while putting his hands together behind his back. The man immediately picked up another shoe that sparked up a different explanation, "N-Now this is a special one. It's a D'orsay because of the cutaway sides but it's also a-"

"Peep toe?" You said after he pointed to the hole in the front. He smiled widely and nodded his head with enthusiasm.

"Yeah! Spot on," He commented and you ran a hand through your hair awkwardly. He shook his head and rubbed his face after putting the shoe back on display.

"I-I'm sorry, I'm horrible at social skills. Whatever I say sort of... blurts out," He chuckled, "My name is Barry and I don't mean to be nosey."