Alate [adjective]: having wings; lifted up in a flight
France. I walk hand in hand with Adrian, smiling softly.
I stop walking and turn to my left.
"How about this shop?" I ask him, hearing him chuckle at me.
"Mhm Okay, let's shop from here," He says, dragging me inside the store.
The air conditioning hits my face, making me sigh. I stop walking and touch some clothes on my left, I hold them up and grin at Adrian.
"How does this look on me?"
"You're holding it upside down," He says, making me pout. I hold it straight.
"How about now?"
"You look cute"
"Adrian? What color is this dress?"
"It's a rainbow-ish color"
"Rainbow?" I ask him, confusedly.
"Yeah, a rainbow has 7 colors"
"Like a mixture?"
"No, it's more of colors being together- the colors are red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo and violet"
"What's indigo and violet?"
"Indigo is more like a shade of purple- like a darker version of purple, more majestic- while violet, is a lighter version of purple- it's more carefree" He explains, making me nod my head at him.
"They both are powerful, like when you bow your head to the queen, like... when you walk down the halls, all eyes stay on you type- I feel that- that's indigo and violet" He explains, making me grin at him.
"Can we buy this?" I say, referring to the dress in my hands.
"Of course, my love"
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