I turned quite a few heads as I trailed after the two lovely-looking young women. The constant staring didn't bother me at all.
"Take a look at this, Emma. This looks nice. How does it look on me?" Miley asked excitedly as she pulled something off the rack and placed it before her chest.
Emma's face turned an even livelier shade of pink. She turned around and shot me a glance.
"Miley, James is standing right there," Emma stammered in embarrassment.
Realization seemed to strike Miley then. She flushed instantly and shoved the underwear back onto the rack. Then, she threw an accusatory look at me, as if I was the one raining on her parade.
I did not get upset. Instead, I surveyed the area, started pulling different kinds of underwear off the rack and handing them to Miley as I told her
