"It's just a dress," Danice walked up to him, "I'm not going to bother him about a dress, I'll just let her have it if she likes it, you don't have to."

"Danice," he looked up, his eyes narrowed with laughter, his voice low, "you're too boring."

Danice gave him a faint smile back, "I can't change your mind, in that case, I'll leave you to your date."

Alex did not reply, his fingers flipping through the magazine.

Danice put down her dress, turned on her heels and left.

I also went with the guide to the fitting room.

The man sat quietly outside and waited, his thin lips spilling...