The Bench: Back to Tiffany

Sarah blinked. "Sorry, lady. Thought you were someone else for a minute." He headed back toward the clothing store. Tiffany, blinked, confused, and nearly stumbled, her eyes still not needing glasses. She took them off and put them in her bag. "What is this all about?" She asked. "And what am I wearing?" This hardly showed off her assets. In fact, it played them down. She headed off to find her friends, still weirded out by the whole thing. Meanwhile, her eyesight was getting slowly worse.