Darilyn Barton Chronicles.

Chapter Two - not embarrassed at all.....

(just imagine this look Clint has on his face is the one that Natasha has when the young staff in the store look at her and her teen age  adopted daughter).

Darilyn seems rather hesitant to follow her auntie Nat into the lingerie store that is until Nat turns around  and eyes her with concern.

"you alright ?" she asks with concern.

"err....yeah" Darilyn answers with a blush.

"well then c'mon....it's just a store" Natasha encourages her.

Darilyn hesitantly crosses the threshold after Natasha who reaches out to tug her towards a lady working in the store. 

she has a pair of  gold coloured spectacles hanging from her neck on a chain that seems to be snagged on her dark green cardigan wrapped around her curvy body.

 she has the store's logo on a polo shirt (bright pink in colour) beneath it and her dark trousers have the logo stitched  in pink onto the back pocket clearly marking her as an employee of the store. 

Natasha spots a group of young ladies that also seem to be working there and decides (since she knows they work on commissions of what they sell) that this woman is gonna be getting a big payday today with them. 

she doesn't like how they're (the young ladies stood over by the see through lingerie) eyeing them(herself and Darilyn) like they have targets on their backs.

Natasha discretely asks her if she could get her niece measured for a bra.

 Darilyn cringes when the woman who seems to be partially deaf raises her voice "of course follow me to the fitting rooms please ladies" 

the lady whose name happens to be Susan chats with Natasha about the latest styles they have in stock after Natasha had asked about them pretending she was just having a really hard time on deciding what to buy. 

the woman didn't push her on buying something but she did tell her to take her time which clued Natasha in to how long this woman had been working in the retail industry.

Natasha nods and ushers Darilyn ahead of her. 

they enter a fitting room painted in red, white and black stripes. there are two big mirrors on stands up by the wall. 

the room seems to have been recently painted it still has the scent of fresh paint. 

the woman escorts them inside and she tells them she'll be back with the tape measure.

 she leaves.

 Natasha touches the wall to make sure that it really is dry which it is.

Natasha tells Darilyn to remove her cardigan so it'll be easier for the lady to measure her with the tape.

 she removes it and wordlessly hands the cardigan to her aunt. she folds it over arm and waits.

the lady returns with a tape measure hanging about her neck. 

"don't be embarrassed girl, now come on . tell me before I get started ,what's your favourite colour ?"

"it depends on the day"

"right well for the last three days what has been your favourite colours ?" she asks patiently.

"well ...navy, petrol blue and green"

"hmm....I'll have to check the stock on the store computer I have a few in mind for you. now then, arms up please young lady"

Darilyn raises her arms up and Susan measures the young teen aware that she's feeling a little self conscious right now.

 Darilyn is wondering how many people have been measured by this lady she seems to be very efficient  with how she does it.