[ â there is always elegance in the way she moves, in the way her hips sway just in the slightest when she walks across the wooden flooring of the newly renovated shop. she owns it, every itty bit of it and it's part of her pride. her clothing brand has been going well recently and she spends a few hours a week in the shop itself, mostly for publicity but also personal favors. today is one of those days, when she has been nice enough â polite and warmhearted enough â to agree to helping someone with a poor fashion sense, simply because she knows him, because he actually isn't as distasteful as the rest of the imbeciles roaming every single street. manicured nails tap against the wooden counter by the register, her hues of gleaming amber focused upon the small details of flower petals, until she hears the chime of the door opening and she looks up. her raven strands fall off of her shoulder, they flicker over pale skin and she graces the younger with a pleasant little smile. ] Well, finally.Â
