It had been more than an hour and then I was in a different shop with Ellyn and Anya. This one was bigger and had more sections and clothes to pick from. And judging from the quality of the material the shop made and the clothes as well, I guessed that this should be one of those expensive ones.
"Having trouble, ain't ya?" The shopkeeper asked.
During the time they were taking and choosing their dresses, I sat on a stool near the shop counter. The shopkeeper was just on the other side so it wouldn't have been strange for him to try and start a conversation.
"Not really. I'm just waiting," I replied.
"Hehe, well. Ladies like to take their sweet time," he said. He came close to me and leaned forward while resting his hands on the counter.
"Still though," he said. "You have good taste. Which one of them is your gal? Or perhaps both?"
"Neither of them," I stated, and at the same time, wondered why people misunderstand this so easily.