Kathy's own certainty hovered somewhere around eighty percent on a great day and sixty-five percent on an average one, so she was still looking for a changing room. They were away in the back, three individual changing that opened into a small waiting area for people who weren't trying on clothes. The waiting area had a couch and a three-way mirror and the changing rooms were closed off only by a thick curtain. Kathy stopped when she saw them, biting her lip and glancing from the changing room to Ez and back.

And blushed. Because if things were even just a little bit different between them, she wouldn't have been able to resist the mix of privacy and daring that those changing rooms represented.

"I should--" She paused and coughed, then continued in a slightly more normal tone. "Just gonna try these on, yeah."