"Perfect." She grinned wider, and then rolled her eyes when Mira tried to sneak a look. "The one with the hair, by the door?" The one with the hair could only mean the girl with the waist-length, bright pink hair who was leaning against the door. "I don't know if she's your type, though. What is your type? Hard to wing-woman if I don't know what you're looking for, right?"

She wiggles one of her heels at the compliment. "Thanks! I figured I couldn't wear this unless I had the shoes to go with it, too. You know? It's the whole picture that I'm going for."