You walk ahead and unpause.
The woman gasps, feeling the tube of lipstick, and grasps her buttocks through her skirt. A few passerbies whistle at the writing around her mouth. Her eyes search for a sanctuary and find a coffee shop.
She runs in without saying a word or buying anything, and heads for the washroom. Customers and the coffeegirl stare at the woman rushing through in her tight skirt and obscene writing.
You enter the coffeeshop yourself and buy a coffee, contemplating what you can do to prepare for the woman's return. The coffeegirl's apron, tight over her rack, gives you something pleasant to watch in the meantime. |