For the most part he didn't really mind holding bags. No one would think that he had done all that shopping. Most of the stores were obviously women's clothing stores, Bebe, Arden B., Anne Klein. Link really wasn't sure why he was so antsy right now. He looked over near the dressing rooms and saw what he was subconsciously looking for. Chairs. These chairs served a specific purpose. They were they to comfort men along with their wives, girlfriends, whatever but in order to fit frilly motif of the store they weren't really chairs. They were bright green, had no real horizontal surface, and would look more at home in a children's cereal. A hand holding a dark blue dress with spaghetti straps peaked over the top of the middle dressing room.
"Hey, Link, grab me a 4 in this. I think I can do a 4. Yeah, I'm a 4."
With the prospect of sitting in the chair/green clover becoming less and less likely he walked over to the floating hand and grabbed the dress. Where did this even come from? A voice came from behind him.
"I can get that for you! Did you need another size?" The girl was much less attractive and more overwieght than he had expected for someone working retail in clothing store. And it wasn't just that she was overweight. She would be homely at any weight. Her teeth were a horrid jumble, her forehead too pronounced, and her lips too thin to be mistaken for a woman's. She was still young but all of her flaws would be even more evident as she aged. Big hips and small lips. Not a good combination.
"Yeah, a four would be great. She's in the middle dressing room. Thanks." Link handed her the dress and she shuffled off in her ugly way. "Hey, babe? I'm going to just check out around this place, ok? I'll be right back."
"Sounds good, there are some other things I wanted to check anyways. I want to get a couple outfits for when we go to Keystone."
Link just turned and walked toward the store front. He looked around. He had thought he had seen one of those pretzel places earlier but couldn't see it now.
Then he realized that he had just left Zelda's bags sitting on the floor. He turned around and walked back into the store. He found the green humps of chairs and saw the bags. Link thought about sitting in the chairs but couldn't reasonably come up with any position that would be comfortable. So he just stood. He really didn't want to just stand around waiting with bags of shoes and skin-toned hose. He noticed that he was sighing audibly. He picked up the bags and walked over to the dressing rooms.
"Hey, I'm just going to leave these with you ok? I'm going to see what new music is out at the Sam Goody's across the hall." Zelda opened the dressing room door. She had on a lime-green knit sweater that was too big and some dark khaki's that were too long. Link almost said something but then figured it would just delay his leave. He handed her the bags which she just set down in the corner of the small room and closed the door.
"I'm almost done in here so don't wander off too far, I need my bag carrier!" She laughed. Link mustered a half-hearted snicker as he walked away. Crap, it was too obvious. He was going to have to hear about that when he got back.
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