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Neither of us said anything, just because there was nothing to say.

"Ace?" said Zoe from behind. I turned around and stopped.

She looked warily at Markus and slid her hand into mine.

"This is Markus. Markus, this is Zoe," I said.

He held a hand out to her that she took automatically.

"Hi Zoe," he said.

"Hi," she replied.

Markus raised an eyebrow slightly at me. Zoe didn't notice, thankfully.

"Markus, I'm really sorry for dragging you down here, just so you could tell me this."

"It's not a problem. I needed to be in Wisconsin in a few days anyway so it wasn't a major trip really." He shrugged. "I have a train to catch in, like, an hour so I'll see you."

He turned on his heel and walked away. Zoe dragged me through the clothes racks, pushing the basket into my hand. I was curious as to where she was taking me. My curiosity quickly turned to horror as I realised she was dragging me to... the lingerie. Nooooo!

"Please don't make me," I moaned. She just laughed and sat me down on a little seat.

She looked through the racks and found something. She held it up and looked at me. I raised an eyebrow at her and she just rolled her eyes. She picked up a few things and dragged me into the fitting room with her. Instead of having curtains, these fitting rooms had doors that went from the floor to the ceiling, making it a little room of its own.

Zoe dropped the things onto the small bench and pulled me to her. She leant against the wall and kissed me. I pulled back from the kiss but didn't move very far.

"Seriously? Now? This is a public place," I pointed out.

"So? That just makes it even more exciting," she whispered, biting her lip.

"There really is no reasoning with you, is there?"

"You haven't tried very hard."

Our lips touched and her fingers trailed down my face. I pushed her against the wall and we seemed to become one form. I broke off our kiss again.

"Seriously, we can't do this here," I whispered.

"Don't you want to?" Her words tugged at another part of me, one that was animalistic and wild.

"Fuck, of course I want to, Zo. We just can't here. How about you try on those, then we can go home?"

"Alright then. You better look away though."

I rolled my eyes but did as she said, turning away while she pulled her top over her head. After a little while she turned to me and said, "What do you think?"

"It's a bra," I commented. "Very bra-like. I need to make a few calls, I'll be out there if you need me."

She nodded and I left the fitting room, getting some odd looks. I wandered around the area, looking through my contacts. I came across one that made me stop. Why did I still have that number? I thought I'd got rid of it ages ago. It was my sister's number. Sophie had died when I was 15, why did I have her number?

I ignored it and continued through the list. Eventually I came back to the top, only to find I'd missed the number I wanted. I clicked it and it began to ring as I started walking again. It was answered after a while to the sound of laughter.

The End

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