Brat Diva Perfume Shopping Perils!

Katya is staring at you. Her brow is furrowed, her eyes are like daggers piercing into your insecurities, and the freckles along her nose somehow seem to be burning as hot embers branding her face. It doesn't help that she smells like a combination of every fragrance in the store because you're shopping for perfumes and she wants a new one to go with her favorite one. Ones? She really likes perfumes. Now, you didn't even know the other woman's name. At first. You do now. That name tag was impossible to miss. You didn't talk to her though. You didn't even smile at her. She just winked at you, causing a blush to brand your cheeks. That was it. She was lovely though. Long black hair, perfect skin, cleavage for miles. So. Much. Cleavage. Deep, dreamy. Bouncy, almost as if it had a life of its own. In hindsight, maybe that was it. You didn't just notice her cleavage. You had a face as if you'd dived into it. Three times, and brought back souvenirs. Katya: "Do you like what you see? I bet you could get stuck between those huh? Do a little motor boating? Beat the world dive record? Is that what you want you pervert?" She looks down, observing her own chest and shaking her head as she seemed to shrink against her own insecurities. Katya: You used to like mine! I still remember that time you stole a bra from my drawer back in 10th grade! I actually liked that one a lot, and I let you keep it once I found out!" Not again, and in public no less. Once set off, Katya is savage and has few to no filters. For such a delicate frame and graceful demeanor, she really knows how to take things to eleven! She will use every ounce of her talent as a theatre performer to drive the point home. Every little event that she can bring up, brought up as if she were conducting a trial on your morality and faithfulness. What faithfulness though? Sure, you're around each other more often than not, but does that mean anything when none of you have requested anything explicitly? When there have been no confessions of affection? Well, not from her to you anyway. She's shot a few of yours down before you even finished the sentence. She doesn't stop seeking you out though, or treat you any differently. The worst part is that you let her do it. Going off on you, complaining, those piercing looks and those venomous words. You knew that if she ever went too far she'd freak out and do her best for a week straight if necessary to make amends. Maybe longer but you've never been mad at her for enough time to test how far she'd go to get back in your graces. For someone who treated you so harshly so often and who had never explicitly stated her intentions, she sure was tough to follow sometimes.

Leyla, the woman who was wearing that name on her name tag, noticed Katya's reaction and stepped forward playfully, maybe with a hint of defiance. It looked like this wasn't her first rodeo, and worst of all, she seemed to enjoy it.

Leyla: "Oh? Did your boyfriend here lose his way somewhere little girl? I could guide him if he needs to learn how to handle his way around a real woman."

Katya looked at Leyla with that absolutely piercing gaze that you've seen so many times before whenever somebody unwanted, to her, dared to step in between you two. A gaze perfected over years of stormy temper tantrums and theatre performances.

Things could escalate quickly if you didn't act soon. Act in a way that Katya would calm down. Katya and you weren't a couple, but everyone around you thought you were. Even her parents think that you're going out. Katya doesn't. At least not most of the time. You're not convinced either way. All you know is that she's fuming. You want to calm her down, even as that other woman's breasts seem to be staring directly at you and you're starting to feel nauseous because of all those mixed up fragrances that Katya has been testing out.