The Black eyed demon of fashion

Morrigan's genuine excitement was infectious, and Dragomir followed her to the changing rooms with a wide smile on her face and stood outside while Morrigan put on the outfits. And the way she presented them to Dragomir was like straight out of some cheesy teen flick. Not that there was anything wrong with that, and Morrigan's poses made Dragomir chuckle. The girl was really into this, it was nice and refreshing.

Dragomir could see that Morrigan was expecting something, and o each outfit she commented something. All in all each outfit was very nice, and Dragomir showed thumbs up, but she proposed that Morrigan would try the black shirt with the jeans, sweater with the high waisted shorts and blouse with the skirt, and the black hat would go with every outfit. Morrigan had a great style, and occasionally if Morrigan allowed it Dragomir would straighten some part of the outfit, or re-adjust the position of a piece of clothing.
"In my opinion any of these outfits or clothes are a keeper, but I doubt you have money for them all. Which one do you like the most?"

Dragomir knew the struggle of having to choose between outfits very well. She still struggled with it if she wanted something especially expensive, though in these kind of stores Drago rarely even looked at the price tag anymore. But not long ago she had been a poor student as well, and Dragomir waited patiently on the side as Morrigan chose.

Dragomir was touched, when Morrigan chose the shirt she had picked out. Drago smiled happily, and nodded in approval.
"A great and probably a hard choice. But you can come back later with new funds and buy more clothes. Speaking of, ready to part with your money?"
Dragomir grinned, and nodded towards the cash register. And when Morrigan would momentarily turn her back Drago would grab the sunglasses she had chosen and take them with her to the register.

Dragomir was happy to see that Morrigan had warmed up to her, and Dragomir grinned at her when the girl thanked her.
"No problem, I had fun too. You're alright, Morrigan."
Dragomir smiled and moved over to the checkout with Morrigan, the girl was so happy to have new clothes it really made Dragomir happy too. She had inspiration now and decided to work on some pieces when she got home.

"These? No, they're not for me, not really up to my speed."
Dragomir said with a shrug, and waited in line for Morrigan to pay for her clothes. And when she was done Dragomir would pay for the sunglasses real quick, and after she had bought them she handed them over to Morrigan.
"Here you go, honey. A little gift from me."

Dragomir was surprised by the sudden hug, she normally didn't care for sudden physical contact, but in this case she held back her disdain and just smiled and hugged Morrigan back loosely, patting her back.
"No problem, they suited you so well I thought it'd be just wrong to not take them."
Drago answered, and grinned. After Morrigan would step back Drago would smile at her and raise a brow slightly.
"Would it be too forward from me to ask for your number? I had a lot of fun, I'd love to be friends and do this again. I get it though if it feels weird to give your phone number to someone you just met, I'll live without it."

Dragomir didn't react to what Morrigan began saying, she had already guessed that the girl seemed to be from a religious or other such strict background. So when Morrigan offered her email Drago smiled and nodded.
"That will do great, thanks."