When Andrea got to the mall, she headed straight towards a store she had never shopped in: Victoria's Secret. In fact, when she arrived at the entrance, she looked around momentarily to see if there was anyone around she recognized. She definitely needed new bras and this was the only place she could get the perfect ones, but she also didn't want anyone to see her shopping there. It was far too embarrassing. At least, at the moment.
"May I help you?" a woman asked, walking towards her, after she entered the store. The woman took one look at Andrea and seemed a bit put off. Maybe she wondered why someone dressed so prudishly was in her store.
At the same time, Andrea was a little put off herself. Mainly because of the way the woman was dressed. She admired the woman's top, as it showed a good deal of cleavage. But the skirt was way too short. And those heels were way too high. Was she trying to look like some sort of hooker?
"I just need some new bras," Andrea said, before walking past the woman.
The woman furrowed her brow. "Bitch," she muttered.
Andrea walked straight to the underwear section of the shop, which took up most of the space, but some of the shop was used to sell other things too, like outerwear (dresses, skirts, tops, etc.), but all of it was sexy - stuff Andrea wasn't interested in.
Moments later, she walked to the checkout counter with a bunch of bras in her arms and set them down.
The woman behind the counter (according to her name tag, her name was Tiffany) looked at the dozen or so bras, then back up at Andrea. "These are shelf bras, you know."
"Yes, I know. They're what I want."
Tiffany looked at Andrea a little longer than she should have, then ran the bar-code reader over the bras.
"I was wondering. Can I change into one of these bras in your changing room and then wear it out of the store?"
"You mean you didn't try them on already?"
"No. I didn't need to. I already knew what I wanted. And they're all in my size," Andrea said.
Tiffany paused. She was still obviously confused as to why this woman was shopping in this store. She looked like the most conservative woman on the planet, yet she was buying shelf bras ... for herself.
"Well?" Andrea asked.
"What?"
"Can I use your changing room?"
"Sure. Whatever."
Andrea paid for her new bras in silence, then grabbed the bag containing them and glared at Tiffany before heading to the changing room. Why was that tramp of a woman acting so weird and judgmental towards her? She was only buying bras.
