Love in an Elevator
The New Guardians (or some of them, anyway) had gone to the mall. Because, well, shopping. Heather was still somewhat uneasy about going out in public and thus had her hoodie pulled up to try and blend in a bit more. Her hands, poking out from the sleeves, at least looked more like gloves.
She wondered how Jess managed to not want to just hide all the time. Neither one of them could blend in easily.
She shrugged and adjusted her grip on her bag. A few clothes, including a pair of jeans that didn't look too bad on crystal skin, and a new novel she'd been meaning to read.
She pushed the button for the elevator to the ground floor.
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