I stood out like a sore thumb - at least that is what my anxiety riddled brain kept telling me. However, I stood firm. I glanced down at the coupon in my hand for reassurance. It was the reason I was here. When I asked the cute employee about it she seemed confused and irritated, which make me start to doubt myself. I insisted she ask her manager about it to make sure. I glanced around the store - it was a place I shopped at regularly for basic clothes, work clothes, and shoes/boots. Nothing fancy - no suits or dress shoes, but their no-iron pants and dress shirts that I could wear at the office were priced affordably, and I could get a basic pair of shoes in black that were dressy enough to get by and were wide enough that they didn't hurt my feet. However, it was the other side of the store that had been on my mind... way back this chain only had work clothes for men and women, but had expanded to more casual clothes for both genders, and even some dressier clothes for women.
Red hair, green eyes, and 5 feet 10 inches. That is my 22-year-old girlfriend Holly Brown. We first met in high school; she was in my American History class. In fact, she was at the top of the class, while I was barely in the low B's. We started becoming friends after we worked on a history project together. By the end of high school, we officially became a couple, and during our last year of college, we moved into a small apartment. Thus, we have been together ever since.
Of course, being 5'10" (just an inch shorter than I am), Holly has a rather lean body. In fact, it is so lean, that it almost looks like the body of a mannequin. But then