It took a moment for Wanda to register the person in front of her. As soon as she did, her expression went from active annoyance to silent shock. Instead of the expected saleslady, she found herself face to face with a girl who was eerily familiar. In fact, it was sort of like looking at a picture of Wanda from 6 years ago that had been put through Photoshop and distorted enough to be off but not wholly unrecognizable.
The part of Wanda that was not bewitched by the girl’s appearance began rapidly prodding her to say something, say something, SAY SOMETHING!
And so she hastily blurted out the first thing that came into her head.
“Hello.”
There was an awkward pause while her still partially distracted mind frantically tried to think of something nice to say.
“I like your hair?”
As soon as the should-not-have-been-a-question left her lips, Wanda mentally slapped her hand to her forehead and cringed.
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The part of Wanda that was not bewitched by the girl’s appearance began rapidly prodding her to say something, say something, SAY SOMETHING!
And so she hastily blurted out the first thing that came into her head.
“Hello.”
There was an awkward pause while her still partially distracted mind frantically tried to think of something nice to say.
“I like your hair?”
As soon as the should-not-have-been-a-question left her lips, Wanda mentally slapped her hand to her forehead and cringed.