#rf:steph

Ding. That's the sound that rang each time someone opened a door at the boutique Mrs. Mendoza owned. Farah had walked in that afternoon when business was especially slow. She came here to find Steph. The last time she had seen her had been a couple days ago in that weird interaction in the alleyway, and she felt bad leaving that as their last interaction. Farah hopped up to sit on the counter, noticing no one was at the register. She knew someone would eventually tell her to get down, but she still did it every time she came into the shop and business was like this. "Steeeeph," Farah called out in a sing-song voice. "It's me, your admirer, here to see you."