"Why, of course. Shoes are a girl's best friend and can make the right statement whatever the outfit, or lack thereof," Terri grinned. "What style do you prefer, Angel?" she asked before offering anything that may offend.
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"Why, of course. Shoes are a girl's best friend and can make the right statement whatever the outfit, or lack thereof," Terri grinned. "What style do you prefer, Angel?" she asked before offering anything that may offend.
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Two days until the month mark!
"Oh, I don't know... something close toed with a bit of a heal. Nothing too severe. I am a simple girl" I smile to my fashion adviser. I look over and see Vivian playing with her new toy and snicker a little. "I can't decide who is playing with who over there..." I say under my breath so just Terri hears.
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With a grin, Terri turned to where she had several pairs of shoes on offer, plucking three to show to Angel.
1st Pair
2nd Pair
3rd Pair
As Angel looked at them, Terri chuckled, head turning to take in Vivian and Marcus. "Cat and mouse spring to mind," she grins turning back. "Don't forget that I'm also a designer, so if there's nothing that catches your eye, I can always try to come up with something more personal for you, Angel, or alter what is on offer."
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Marcus takes the offered hand in his own and holds it for a moment as he openly appraises her from head to toe.
"A pleasure, Vivian. I think I might have something that will satisfy you."
Scooping up three sets of rings from the counter, he offers them for the enticing woman's inspection. Having taken note of her outfit, he has obviously chosen them to compliment her current wardrobe. As her hand rests in his, he raises an eyebrow as if to inquire if she is curious to see if they might possibly be a good fit.
Rings
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“I do like to be satisfied, but I have unique tastes.” Laughing with clear flirtatious undertones.
As he pulled three rings from the counter, her eyes drifted to the hand that held them. Bold, strong, yet necessarily delicate as well. The rings were also quite lovely.
“Mmm… something without color. Or universal. I’d like to wear it frequently. However, I must depart for the evening. I have an appointment.”
The Daeva’s free hand slipped into her purse pulling out a card from the side inner pocket. The only thing on her card was the number in red raised ink to her alternate phone. Since he still held her hand, she pulled herself to him, leaning slightly on the table but not enough to imbalance it. “Perhaps contact me at a later date? I’d like to see what else you may have. Hmmm?” Vivian was serious. She really did want a unique and fascinating ring.
Pulling herself back, yet her hand remained, the Daeva turned toward the boutique. “Angel, we must depart soon.”
Trying to wrap this since we’ve hit a month
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Eventually, everyone goes their separate ways.
End Scene
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