Julia observes the costumes with wide eyes, analysing the smallest details. Then, she turns to me with a grin and pulls my sleeve.
«I found the perfect costume!» she exclaims, showing me some clothes.
«Awesome,» I murmur. «There's a changing room in the back.»
«There are also clothes for you in this style,» she whispers, blinking seductively. Her eyelashes caress her cheek and return up, revealing her hazel irises.
«You don't think I will disguise myself as a fictional character or anything, do you?» I exclaim, crossing my arms.
«Please?» she tries again, even more focused than before.
Her cheeks are rosy, but she doesn't dare to move her eyes away.
«Just for the time of a picture...» she continues. «And it's nothing weird! Just some old-fashioned clothes...»