Conditions

~Grayson

As I stand around waiting for the spoiled brat to come out of the dressing room, my eyes roam about the store. I have just taken interest in a space sectioned off from the rest by a glass door, with several mannequins displaying clothes either made or lined with furs when a soft, silky voice comes from behind me.

“Gray.”

I’m startled at first before I turn to meet face-to-face with Renata. Her face is devoid of any makeup and expression as she stares at me. Even her lips which are usually shaded a wine red maintain their natural light pink colour.

Born more out of habit than anything else, my eyes flit away from her face and trail down her body. She is dressed in an almost nonexistent strap of fabric that might as well be a gown. It comes as a surprise to me since she only ever steps out in moderate dresses and my eyes are still glued to her body when her voice sends them flying back to her face.

“You didn’t come to meet me again.” The way her lips curve down in a frown g