Zoe looked over at the outfits Zelda had handed her. Most looked good, but for some reason Zoe didn't find them quite satisfying.
"I like them," Zoe said, walking out of the changing room and handing the clothes to Zelda.
"But..." Zelda said, sensing Zoe's hesitancy.
"But... I feel that it seems like I have a lot of clothes already like these. I want to try something new," Zoe said.
"New like what?"
"Well... my mom's always on my case about getting in touch with my roots. And I suppose my heritage is pretty interesting and all. Maybe I could check that out? Even if it's all bullshit, maybe I can mix in a touch or two."
"You want to go and try on African clothing?" Zelda asked.
Zoe rolled her eyes. "For the last time, Zelda, I'm not African. You know very well that my family is almost completely..."
