[ She's not sure exactly what she's doing, to be honest. Some vague plan of keeping some vague eye on the hospital administrator who's on her lunch break and apparently spending it shopping. It feels like she's following some instinct that's just beyond her grasp, like it's something she should know how to do but she can't quite remember.
But honestly this is getting her nowhere, fast, and in the moment her attention is diverted by the newcomer the administrator has left the shop anyway.
What the hell.
She smiles, and shrugs the coat onto her five-foot-nine frame, half-listening as she buttons it.
Or tries to. It's just a bit too tight across the chest, the button straining as she wiggles around in it, trying to see if it will sit better if she shrugs--nope.
Rachel smiles up at him, raising her hand, one finger drifting back and forth at chest height. ]
Before I slouch: how's your husband's rack? If it's anything like mine you might want to go up a size.
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[ She's not sure exactly what she's doing, to be honest. Some vague plan of keeping some vague eye on the hospital administrator who's on her lunch break and apparently spending it shopping. It feels like she's following some instinct that's just beyond her grasp, like it's something she should know how to do but she can't quite remember.
But honestly this is getting her nowhere, fast, and in the moment her attention is diverted by the newcomer the administrator has left the shop anyway.
What the hell.
She smiles, and shrugs the coat onto her five-foot-nine frame, half-listening as she buttons it.
Or tries to. It's just a bit too tight across the chest, the button straining as she wiggles around in it, trying to see if it will sit better if she shrugs--nope.
Rachel smiles up at him, raising her hand, one finger drifting back and forth at chest height. ]
Before I slouch: how's your husband's rack? If it's anything like mine you might want to go up a size.