Shopping in WorldMart GONE WRONG! (Reimagining FPS)
He told me we were going out to have dinner. “Wear something nice, maybe even buy yourself some new makeup.” I don’t ask what he is implying when he tells me to buy makeup, not because I don't really want to know- trust me, I know- but because I don't want to confirm my notions of his perception of me. I tell him I'll be gone for a while and head over to WorldMart- surely there will be some cheap lipstick I can buy to impress him there. I enter the store and head for the makeup aisle, hoping to score a good deal on some Maybelline products. I fidget my hands as I walk through the seemingly endless aisles of the store, my hand feels weird, empty almost, but I think nothing of it. I want something bold, something that will make me stand out, maybe a plum or a deep red. I am not especially adept at color matching myself so I just stand in the aisle, sampling products on myself, waiting for someone to come and help me. Two workers come up to me, a young guy and a girl– hopefu...