[ The girl laughs and Alexa feels something inside break a little, like, it's such a fucking nice laughter, not pretentious or shrill or exaggerated, it's just a natural understatement of mood. Really nice. Without commenting on how Stacy fixes herself up in the privacy behind her own hand, she instead follows the sound of heels against the floor as they head back - the sound of a true femme, isn't it, that sharp clicking - and ends up at the counter once more where she drops her stuff on the tabletop. All the cheap silver catches the overhead lamps in glimpses of stark white.
As Stacy starts rummaging through the drawers beneath the counter, Alexa wonders what kind of idiot she'd be to walk out now, like, shit. Actually, rather than heading for the street, she watches the other girl in silence while she digs through all the crap that accumulates in a store specialising in selling crap and wonders when it would be a good time to ask if she'd like Alexa's phone number written on her pretty, delicate wrist. Before or after she's purchased her Glitter stash? Who the fuck knows.
Since waiting patiently has never been one of Alexa's many, varied virtues, she starts moving a bit restlessly from foot to foot and then says, finally, to break the suspense, in order to punctuate the quiet and drown out the muted rustling of paper and plastic: ]
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As Stacy starts rummaging through the drawers beneath the counter, Alexa wonders what kind of idiot she'd be to walk out now, like, shit. Actually, rather than heading for the street, she watches the other girl in silence while she digs through all the crap that accumulates in a store specialising in selling crap and wonders when it would be a good time to ask if she'd like Alexa's phone number written on her pretty, delicate wrist. Before or after she's purchased her Glitter stash? Who the fuck knows.
Since waiting patiently has never been one of Alexa's many, varied virtues, she starts moving a bit restlessly from foot to foot and then says, finally, to break the suspense, in order to punctuate the quiet and drown out the muted rustling of paper and plastic: ]
I'm not going anywhere, trust me.