92- Withered feelings

Ashely

I sat in a chair while waiting for the cashier to call my name.

"Number 82!" I heard her scream and I jumped to my feet, wearing a smile across my face as I sauntered towards her. I sat in the chair, placing my bag on my lap as I started speaking.

"I would like to withdraw a certain amount of cash, " I explained while rustling through my bag for a pen.

I lifted my head and caught her looking at me in a odd way. She was a middle-aged woman wearing a rectangular frame over her eyes while sporting a thick brown suit.

"Why are you staring at me that way, ma'am?" I asked.

She hesitated before whispering, "Your shirt."

It took me several seconds to decipher what she was saying until my eyes focused on my shirt. I didn't finish buttoning them up because I was racing towards the bank and I completely forgot.

"Thank you. " I redid them with ease. I then realized why a couple of men were staring at me at the bank.