9:41 am

We're back under the sun; cicadas started to tease the streets with their chants. Previously, we went inside the store, which was a bad mistake; how would she find her clothes anyway? There was no one, obviously; I would also desert my job if I were to die in three days. I'd seen people stealing stuffs from other stores, but it was nothing excessive. Strike that: I saw one guy with a pack of beer and a huge wheel of cheese passing by the clothes store's front. He greeted me and pointed at the wheel. Weird. The fans inside the store were still working though, so I chilled a bit under one.

"…Hey, would you be kind enough to pick a nice dress for me?"

I was kinda surprised when she said that, but I didn't wait for her repeating it. I left her right under a big fan, and I went deeper in the store. The dresses were in the back most row. I didn't quite know what kind of dress to pick actually. I was about to pick the first one hanging there, but then I remembered her awe for the sky. So, I decided to take a deep indigo, soft, almost aerial wear. It was certainly fit for summer.

I picked her up again and she asked me take her to a changing booth. I wanted to ask her if she needed help, but soon enough, I shut up. It was bit weird to leave her, seated on her wheelchair, in that constricted space. It was almost hindering like the summer grass. I drew back the curtain and waited outside while she'd let out some very faint moans every now and then. I would lie if I said it wasn't bothering me. I went away and grabbed a backpack to prepare my clothes for the incoming journey: plain short-sleeved shirts and boomer's shorts; somehow it stuck with the 'let's go to the sea!' vibe.

I went back to her booth and asked her if I should choose some other dresses for her too. She let out an affirmative moan. So I stole another backpack and took dresses with other hues of blue; I was kinda reluctant to put some panties and bras in her backpack, but since I prepared some spare underwear for my own ass, it wouldn't be fair for her to not have some, or so I guessed.

She got out of the booth on her own by the time I went back, all dressed and pretty. I grabbed a broad hat laying nearby and put it on her head for sun protection.

"…Blue like the sky," she giggled.

"And pretty like the sky," I replied with an amused bow.

She smiled a bit. She put her backpack on her lap, mine behind my back, and back in the streets. Now, she shines indigo like the sky.