Chapter 11.04

We walked past Amber’s shop—it was open, and I wanted to take a look.

“No one here knows who I am,” I said briefly, and we stepped inside.

The store was similar to the one back home. Different styles were distinguished by different colors and backgrounds. The register was directly across from the entrance, while the fitting rooms and a restroom were at the back.

The storage area started beyond the fitting rooms, naturally kept locked.

In one corner, there was a child-sized table with a box of toys. A toddler was playing with a train set on the table.

The walls were covered with pictures of Jenny modeling outfits—some I hadn’t even seen her wear before. Each section displayed images of the clothes available there.

The denim section was definitely my girlfriend’s request, but the short shorts looked really good on her in one of the pictures. I’d have to convince her to wear them this summer.

Jenny had been right—the salesgirl was attractive.

She had long, wavy brown hair, huge brown eyes, and a figure similar to Jenny’s. She was slightly taller than my girlfriend, though that wasn’t hard to be.

The store wasn’t packed, but several people were browsing and shopping.

“Hey,” I greeted the girl cheerfully. Brian just smirked.

“How come you’re not the store’s model?” I slipped into my old routine, and just as I expected, she laughed nervously.

“My friend and I are looking for clothes for his sister,” I gestured toward Brian.

“Not for your girlfriend?” she asked curiously.

“We don’t need to dress anyone,” I winked, making her giggle again.

I scanned the pictures and spotted my girlfriend in a pink mini dress—right next to an alien-themed outfit.

“Can we get that one?” Brian joined in, pointing at the alien dress.

“It says not for sale,” the girl smiled.

Neither of us would have had trouble getting her into bed.

“Then why is it displayed?” I asked, feigning confusion.

“Because the model is just an ordinary girl, like me,” she smiled.

“She’s definitely different from you,” I noted with a wink. Brian nearly burst out laughing, while the girl giggled nervously.

“She’s my boss,” the girl said.

“I hope she appreciates having someone like you here,” Brian started flirting too, making her laugh even more.

“Do you know the model’s size?” I asked. “I think your sister has a similar build, right?” I turned to Brian, who nodded smoothly.

“Which dress do you need?” the girl asked. “I know the model’s measurements.”

I pointed to the pink dress on the wall, and she handed me one.

It was a bright pink, strapless, form-fitting dress with cutouts on the sides and back.

Definitely eye-catching—perfect.

“My friend is right—you could be the model,” Brian said, making her giggle again.

I paid for the dress, we said goodbye, and left.

“I’m not used to this much laughing,” Brian said. “I have no idea how we survived back then.”

“We didn’t even talk this much,” I laughed. “But she’s a great salesperson. Aside from the giggling, she didn’t seem clueless,” I noted.

“No,” Brian agreed. “But I think Jane has a reason for not wearing this.” he pointed at the bag.

“I know—that’s why I’m making her wear it one of these days,” I smirked.

I stayed at Brian’s place overnight, and the next day, I picked up a few things since Jenny had called—Amber still wanted her to try on more outfits, so she wouldn’t be back until after lunch.

I set everything up in the apartment and handed Brian the list.

“Your confession inspired me,” I laughed at his questioning look.