You waited for Alisa, or Alya, the nickname she told you to use for her, to come out of the changing curtain. You’d met her at the mall by coincidence, and she’d asked you to come shopping for clothes with her.

“Им правда лучше не давать никакой реакции... Я думала, этот наряд их очень зацепит.”

She muttered to herself as she finished putting on her outfit, before pulling away the curtain and looking at you.

“Well?”