[saks fifth ave] In which Mickey goes shopping.

[likethemouse401]

Mickey wasn't really a shopper

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[sorella_italia]

And enter Eva from the back room - large pile of clothes in hand for some picky rich lady waiting at the front counter. Balancing the stack in her arms, she weaved around the racks of clothing and few customers they had at this hour.

"Excuse me. Sorry, excuse me."

[likethemouse401]

Mickey's ears pricked up at the voice. He knew the voice -- he never forgot anything, and he definitely had met her before. He turned to get a look to see if he could accurately place where when the pile started to tilt towards him in an uncomfortable manner.

Reaching up, he caught the first of the clothes as they started to tumble off, doing the best he could to not show off too much.

Mun really needs to get some new icons

[sorella_italia]

"Oh crap!" Eva nearly shouted, adjusting her footing as she nearly ran into the man who was keeping her merchandise from forming a massive hill on the floor.

Trying to get everything fixed and folded neatly, she took a moment to peer around the clothes so she could thank her hero.

"Oh. My. God."

[likethemouse401]

Mickey looked up and blinked at the face, before trying to keep back a smirk. That's right. He remembered her now.

"Well, well."