The young woman held herself like her upper spine was rubber, shoulders falling forwards in a way that would be more befitting a grandmother. On her porcelain skin was heavily applied blusher and her lips were as red as any 1950's movie star. But the rest of her was all so old fashioned. Her dress was a primrose cotton and styled in a way that suggested it was homemade, and not by a skilled hand either. Her mid-length chestnut hair waved, but not naturally so, more like she'd used over-sized rollers. When she caught Eric's eye she didn't smile shyly like he'd expected, but instead treated him to a sneer he didn't feel he'd earned.
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