With bangs, it really seemed to look a little young.
After changing clothes and walking through a few streets, I was a little tired and stood in front of the window looking at myself.
"Miss, do you want to go into the store?"
Looking back, I realized that I was standing in front of the store, looking at the clothes in the window.
It seemed others thought I was smiling at the clothes in the window.
After looking at the male model in the window, I was a little glad that, fortunately, I was not taken as a psycho.
"Great!" Although I didn't know what I could buy by shopping in a men's clothing store, I went in under the attentive gaze of the sales clerk.
Originally, I was just thinking about casually strolling, but I couldn't help but stop in front of a set of casual clothes.
The British style sweater, gray leather jacket, white pants, a very casual way to match.
I raised my hand, touched the clothes and thought what would Dennis look like in this outfit?
He never seemed to wear other colors, maybe, try?
"Miss, are you buying for your boyfriend? This set is new for this year's fashion week, 10% off, a set down for five thousand eight hundred, you can bring a set for your boyfriend."
Five thousand eight hundred?
Seemed like a bargain compared to those bespoke clothes from Dennis.
"Swipe your card, miss?" The clerk continued to speak.
I froze and went over the balance on my bank card in my head, one set of clothes that didn't affect.
Looking down, I found my bank card from my bag and handed it to the attendant.
"Miss, the balance is insufficient!" The attendant spoke, with a smile on his face.
I froze. I used to using this card, now suddenly found the money inside was not as much as I thought.
Yeah, it'd been a year since I quit my job, and the money was only coming out, so naturally I'll run out.
"Miss, do you still want it?" Seeing me dumbfounded, the waiter asked in a whisper.
I retrieved my bank card, smiled lightly, and nodded, "Yes!"
Dennis gave the card to me and I never seemed to want to use. For one thing, I didn't buy much. And I still had a card given by Leo, so almost never used his money.
I bought it for him, so I just swiped his card!
I found two black cards in my bag, and I was a little confused as to which one was the card Dennis gave me.
The waiter saw the two black cards in my hand and froze a little, and then swiped the card in surprise.
Both hands handed the card to me, smiling, "Miss do you need to see something else?"
I shook my head and smiled lightly, "No need!"
"Welcome back next time!"
Before even leaving the clothing store, the clerk was a little excited whispered and spoke to his colleague beside, "Wow, two king level black cards, money are used billion as units of wealthy ah, City P not many people ah, this girl actually took two card."
"I saw it too, gosh, this is too hoity-toity. I just saw her swipe the ordinary card, thought she was just an ordinary office worker, did not expect ......"
"Those two black cards are probably someone else's, look at his signature, it seems to be called something. It is estimated that other relationships ......"
The latter words, out of the store, naturally can not hear, carrying things, I can not help but sigh.
When I went to KFC, Dennis and Sheila were no longer there.
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