“I’ll handle it,” Tasha told Daniella.

She quietly cleared her throat, straightened her back and approached the girl with a fake smile plastered across her face.  “Can I help you?”

#retail

“I’m good,” the girl shoved one jacket to the other end of the rack, and Tasha couldn’t help but imagine a fingerprint being left on the leather.  She wouldn’t be able to get that image out of her head until she evicted the kid and chedcked over the jacket herself.

Chedck yourself before you wredck yourself.

This girl seems to be fairly confident despite her scruffy appearance… y’know, maybe I was too hasty to dismiss the Rachel hunch?

It bugged Tasha that the girl hadn’t left.  Most cleared out when confronted, well aware they were in the wrong place.

Tasha and Daniella both seem kinda judgmental. Their tone might change if this girl makes it clear that she’s more than got the dough to pay for a nice leather jacket. Perhaps one with a furred collar.

“I’m going to be blunt, then.  You can’t afford these jackets.  That one you just pushed aside?  That’s a design by Fendi.  It’s over four thousand dollars.”

“No shit?  It’s ugly.”

Hehe. Yeah, I’m feeling more and more confident that this is past Rachel.