Page 44 of David's Love

Boots.

The colors are bright. Alive. Shades of red, orange, yellow, and blue.

She tries on a yellow jacket––she’s made an obsession with them––when the door opens, and a familiar face enters my line of sight.

“Rain?” I murmur, dropping a colorful scarf on the table.

“What?” Chloe asks, distracted.

Her eyes move over a coat while I peel away to greet Rain.

She scans the racks of clothing before I pull up close to her.

“Hey,” I say, unsure whether she’s here to buy clothes or talk to me.

She wears a green jacket that makes her eyes pop and soft white skintight pants. Her hair curls at the tips, and a white wool scarf is wrapped around her neck.

Light gleams in her eyes.

“Oh. Hey. Are you working on Saturdays?” she asks.

She’s here to shop.

“When they have me,” I say, a hint of humor in my voice.

She glances over her shoulder.

“Eve should be here any moment. We’re having cake and hot chocolate at the bakery around the corner. She’s on her way.”

“So you’re not interested in our latest collection?” I ask humorously again.

“I sure am. This is one of my favorite places to shop.”

I help her select a few outfits and lead her to the fitting room.

“Let me know if you need anything else,” I say, placing the hangers on a rack.

“I will. Thank you.”

I pull away and run into Chloe, who makes herself busy in the shoes section.

“What are you doing?” I ask, smiling and grabbing her by the elbow, nudging her away from the fitting room.

A smile tilts her lips.

“Nothing.”

“You’re such a creep,” I say, laughing. “Let her be.”

“I’m not doing anything.”

“You’re stalking her.”

“So are you.”

I chuckle again.

“Go.”

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