I padlocked my bike to a lamppost and entered the building, passing the brass plate advertising Larch and Pyne Real Estate in the top office and, on the middle floor, Ella Bright Clothing. The hallway was stuffy but the door to the little shop was still wide open, and as I entered I saw all the windows were too. Shelley, a short, curly-haired blonde, was leaning over the counter and flipping boredly through a catalogue.
She was wearing a skimpy belly shirt, as ever serenely unbothered by the slight puppy-fat around her middle, and tight denim shorts that gave her a bit of a muffin-top, but it was kind of cute, I'd always thought. She brightened when she saw me, bouncing upright with a big smile. 'Hey, Conrad, what are you doing here?'
'I was just on my way to the lake, thought I'd say hi,' I said, accepting her friendly hug.
'Oh, don't talk to me about the lake!' Shelley rolled her eyes. 'I wish I could go swimming with you, I'm dying in here.'
'It is hot,' I said. 'Hey, if there's nothing going on, do you wanna grab a quick ice cream from that new place next door?'
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