Fast heartbeats... quickened breathing... closer... closer... then whoever it is calms herself. He has it narrowed down, a couple women in the store, a couple stock girls... he moves closer.
"Did anyone see a woman run in here?" he asks those around, hovering a couple feet off the ground, trying to figure out if anyone matches the build of the motorcycle rider, by habit, trying to do so without too much x-ray vision... cause looking through dresses just isn't done.
(Read comments)
Post a comment in response:
scribbld is part of the horse.13 network
Design by Jimmy B.
Logo created by 
hitsuzen.
Scribbld System Status
