Ironically, Desire isn't a particularly desirable woman, at least by my standards.
She towers heads above me and everything else in the store save for the doors and the torrents I can't seem to stop looking at.
Her eyes are a dead, cold grey and her mouth is kept busy, chewing on some stick as she fixes me with a stare.
A heartbeat has passed since her introduction and another, I find myself standing there not saying anything. But then, just a second later her eyes finally take me in, all of me in.
Which means she's noticed my little armband.
I let myself smile up at her and speak for the first time since entering, "Hello, Desire."
She doesn't smile back, instead she just repeats her greeting from earlier, "Hello, welcome to Desire's Gun Shop, how may I help you, I'm Desire."
"Right, you've said." She doesn't blink. Clearing my throat, I continue, "Ah, right, so uh, you know why I'm here right?"