KAI
I was already regretting this shopping trip.
My thumb moved in lazy circles over my phone screen as I slouched back in the chair, trying not to let the mall’s artificial lighting give me a headache.
Nancy had been inside the fitting room for fifteen minutes now, probably trying on her entire closet’s worth of micro dresses.
She finally emerged, twirling in something that looked like a napkin someone forgot to fold.
“Well?” she asked, stretching her arms above her head in a pose she thought looked sultry. “What do you think?”
“Is that… a top?” I asked flatly.
She dropped her arms, wearing a pout. “A dress,” she enunciated sharply. “It’s a dress.”
I raised a brow. “Where’s the rest of it?”
Nancy scowled, tugging at the hem like it would magically grow. “Whatever, Kai. You neve
