Nodding at her directions, Shay gave Amberelle a short wave, watched as she crossed to her car, then turned and walked the short distance to her own car.
Tossing her bag of shoes into the back seat, Shay climbed in and turned the ignition. Nothing. The engine turned on but didn't turnover and start. She tried it a second time. Again nothing.
"Well this is just fine...I've no way to reach Amberelle, she's going to get to the coffee shop and think I abandoned her!" Hoping the problem wasn't anything serious, Shay tried the ignition again, and again it still didn't start; however, the fourth time it did, and she quickly pulled away from the curb, around the corner, and was at the agreed upon destination in a matter of a few short minutes.
(ooc - Shay out and to coffee!)
Pumps, Slides and Mules, Oh My! (Open : Attn. Shay)
Oliver's was located in the heart of downtown, tucked a half of a block off of what was known as The Strip. The store was mid sized, usually with lots of room for patrons to move in between the tasteful maple displays. Unlike most outlet type stores, Oliver prided himself on the beauty and artful displays that let shoppers take in the multitudes of name brand and premium designer label shoes they carried. While the size selection was limited at best, it was one of the city's best kept secrets for obtaining high end ladies footwear at a fraction of the cost. Naturally, once Amberelle had discovered it she'd said a rosary worth of thanks before becoming a die hard customer.
Tonight she was here to check out what would be marked down for tomorrow's big end of summer sale. A few crisp bills would ensure anything she couldn't live without would be safely tucked away until she could come by after dusk. Sitting in one of the creamy caramel leather chairs she tapped her foot and waited for the clerk to finish up with ringing up a sale so she could see if they had a few Manolo Blahnik sandals in her size.
Shay
17 years ago