All of these different styles, colors and sizes were starting to confuse me. But I figure it's not that confusing. She's just going faster that I am. I haven't shopped for clothes since I hit my growth spurt. And even then, it was old dusty clothes in a bargain store. I wasn't use to these places where they have a million different combinations. After about a dozen different shirts, I finally figure out which sizes fit me in each style.
I step out of the dressing room, switched back into my actual clothes, holding the clothes that fit me in one hand. I can't see Rebi, so I'm guessing she's browsing clothes for herself or perhaps trying some on herself. Luckily, I'm able to see one of the store employees. "Excuse me miss, but what do I do with these other clothes? I just tried them on and-" "That's fine," she interrupts. "I'll take care of them." I keep hold onto the ones in my hand and thank her. Then I set out to find more clothes in the styles and colors I like in my sizes.
I haven't gotten a chance to check out the jackets yet before I see Rebi again. By then I've got about half a dozen henley and v neck shirts and four pairs of jeans. Most of them are in dark blues, light blues and blacks.