> Julia pointed in the direction she saw jeans, shirts and such were in and
> chuckled at his expression before slipping her arm into his and 'tugging'
> him with her "Come on, you chicken. Fight the forces of darkness and get
> intimidated by a little shopping."
>
> She made quick timing at going through and picking a pair of black jeans,
> matching turtleneck, pair of black ankle boots with thick heels but not
high
> and a leather jacket that resembled Derek's but had more of a sweeping
tail
> effect.
>
> She was already picking out the agreed upon second outfit and dressed in
the
> first one with the tags in hand for the saleslady to ring up when she
> suddenly stopped and blinked before looking around slowly, her blue gaze
> sweeping the isles nearby before settling on a little girl that was being
> pushed around in a chair.
>
> "Hold this, would you?" she asked Derek as she set the jeans and shirt she
> had picked in his arms and started toward the child.
>
"I'm not intimidated," Derek objected, though he did feel rather
uncomfortable standing in the middle of a women's clothing store,
particularly when Julia ducked into the dressing room. He tried to look
like he belong there, but was not doing a very sucessful job of it. "Where
are you going,' he queried when she shoved a stack of clothing into his
hands and headed off to another part of the store. He looked around feeling
even more out of place and followed her.
Derek
