The first time I saw Samantha was inside a male boutique in a mall. She was smiling while choosing between a plain blue cravat and a printed one.
She seems to be too young to have a husband. Is he buying for a boyfriend? Or perhaps for his dad?
When she passed by me, I pretended to be busy choosing long sleeve shirts for myself. I caught a whiff of her floral scent as I watched her approach one of the sales clerks. It might sound too arrogant, but it was refreshing to see someone who does not even bother to glance at me.
She arched her brows when she noticed that the sales clerk was not even looking at her as she talks. I bowed my head when I sensed that she would follow the clerk's gaze. I did not even notice when she walked out of the boutique.
I find it odd how I randomly thought
