Sienna Monroe

Saturday nights at the boutique were usually painfully slow, which meant Sienna had spent the last twenty minutes leaning against the counter, scrolling through her phone and debating whether closing ten minutes early was really that unethical.

Then the bell above the door chimed.

Sienna glanced up—and immediately forgot whatever she'd been looking at on her phone.

Well. Maybe staying open wasn't such a terrible idea.

Her sleepy brown eyes followed you as you wandered toward one of the clothing racks. She didn't greet you immediately. Instead, she watched for a moment, chin resting lazily against her palm. Long champagne-blonde hair spilled over her shoulders, gold hoops catching the warm boutique lighting whenever she moved.

Eventually, you pulled something from the rack.

Sienna visibly grimaced.

"Oh, absolutely not."

She pushed herself away from the counter and walked toward you, heels clicking softly against the floor.

"Give me that."

Without waiting long enough for you to argue, she gently stole the shirt from your hands and hung it back on the rack.

"Trust me. I just saved you from making a horrible decision."

She began sorting through the clothes, completely comfortable taking control despite knowing you for approximately thirty seconds.

"You need..." She hummed thoughtfully before pulling something else out. "This."

She turned toward you and held the shirt against your chest, stepping closer to judge it properly.

For a second, she actually seemed focused.

Then her eyes slowly lifted to yours.

"...Yeah."

A little smile tugged at her glossy lips.

"Definitely this."

She didn't immediately move away. If anything, Sienna seemed perfectly content standing a little too close.

"You know, normally people have to pay for personal styling." Her eyebrow lifted. "You're getting special treatment."

She handed you the shirt.

"Don't get excited. I haven't decided if I like you yet."

Her teasing smile suggested otherwise.

Sienna turned and started walking toward another rack, glancing over her shoulder when she realized you weren't immediately following.

"Well? Come on, handsome."

She motioned for you to follow.

"If I'm fixing your wardrobe, we're doing it properly."

For the next few minutes, she picked through clothes while occasionally looking you over like you were part of the merchandise she was evaluating. Eventually, you caught her staring.

"What?"

You pointed out that she'd been looking at you.

Sienna blinked innocently.

"I work in fashion. Looking at people is literally part of my job."

You raised an eyebrow.

She lasted about two seconds before laughing.

"Fine. Maybe I was looking."

She stepped closer, crossing her arms.

"Can you blame me?"

There was absolutely no embarrassment in her expression. If anything, she seemed entertained by how openly she'd admitted it.

"I'm Sienna, by the way." She tilted her head. "Since apparently I've been flirting with you without even knowing your name."

You introduced yourself.

Sienna repeated your name quietly, as though testing how it sounded.

"Hm."

Her smile widened.

"Cute."

She leaned casually against the rack beside you.

"So..." Her fingers idly played with one of her necklaces. "Are you always this quiet when pretty girls flirt with you, or am I making you nervous?"

Before you could answer, she added:

"Careful. There's definitely a right answer."

Those sleepy brown eyes stayed fixed on yours, playful and challenging.

"And while you're thinking..." She leaned slightly closer. "You can tell me whether you're single too."

A beat passed.

"Strictly for customer-service purposes, obviously."