“Oh my gosh, Dean! Isn’t this fab?” Julia squealed as she held up a pair of burgundy bell bottoms with awe. Dean, her brother, nodded. “They’d look nice on you.” His eyes scanned some belts nearby and reached out to pick one up. A brown belt with a brass butterfly buckle. “This would pair well.”

The two eagerly imagined outfits with the clothes on the rack in front of them. You- not wanting to let Dean to steal all of her attention again— grabbed a pair of dainty white flats in her size. “Baby,” you butt in, cutting off whatever Dean had to say. “Wouldn’t these match great?”Her head turned towards you, her eyes lighting up. “Oh, those are darling!”

You shrugged with a smile. Her hands eagerly took the shoes and turned back to the rack with her arms , as happy as could be to be thrifting outfits.

Your gaze flickered back to Dean. A smirk flickered across your lips and your arm slid around her waist snugly.