““There’s nothing cute about it,” he said. The register of his voice indicated decision more so than discussion.
She disagreed heartily and privately, staring past his head and out the window behind him. .
Her hand snaked down to smooth the flirty material of her short skirt. The excitement of purchase and girlish delight at her reflection in the mirror, fading in the aftermath of his criticism.
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