Emily stepped out of a bookstore and into a bustling sidewalk. She had come out to get a new fiction she'd been looking forward to, but had also found herself enthralled with a couple of new manga's and graphic novels she hadn't seen, as well as a set of stylized tarot cards by a fantasy artist. As a result of this, she'd spent more time here then she'd intended too... and also more money. She really needed to stop buying everything that caught her interest
Curling in on herself a little as she navigated the crowded street, she began heading back in the direction of the dorm. It was slow going, as she was both going out of her way to not be in the path of other people, and slowing down and sometimes doubling back when she found a taste she liked lingering off of someone. Progression was made gradually, until a large crowd suddenly filters down the path. Emily squeaked a little and dodged behind a decorative pillar jutting out from one of the buildings. This is when she saw it, a lovely, frilly red dress, covered in red and black lace and made in some Gothic fashion, sitting in the window.
Emily usually wore practical clothing, but that didn't mean she disliked wearing dressy clothes. She just sat there, trying to envision how that dress would look on her, what she might wear it for, a dance perhaps, or some party like in her novels. She caught herself daydreaming and shook her head to clear her mind. She wouldn't have money for such a thing, so she turned to leave, but hesitated and glanced at it one more time...
Curling in on herself a little as she navigated the crowded street, she began heading back in the direction of the dorm. It was slow going, as she was both going out of her way to not be in the path of other people, and slowing down and sometimes doubling back when she found a taste she liked lingering off of someone. Progression was made gradually, until a large crowd suddenly filters down the path. Emily squeaked a little and dodged behind a decorative pillar jutting out from one of the buildings. This is when she saw it, a lovely, frilly red dress, covered in red and black lace and made in some Gothic fashion, sitting in the window.
Emily usually wore practical clothing, but that didn't mean she disliked wearing dressy clothes. She just sat there, trying to envision how that dress would look on her, what she might wear it for, a dance perhaps, or some party like in her novels. She caught herself daydreaming and shook her head to clear her mind. She wouldn't have money for such a thing, so she turned to leave, but hesitated and glanced at it one more time...