hanna + you.

[Hanna Cooper]

It was like walking down a runway. Well, almost. Sunshine poured throughout the skylights, filling the mall with warm light. Shoppers wove in and out of stores like Versace Jeans, Abercrombie and Sax Fifth Avenue. Hanna beth felt like some stylish plastic mannequin next to all of them, with their giant moviestar-esque glasses. However, in some way Hanna felt right at home. Stuffing her sunglasses into her handbag, the tiny figure slipping easily throughout the crowd and started walking down the 'runway'. She checked her reflection on the shiny windows of expensive high-class stores, sighing briefly. Sometimes window-shopping really sucked. But maybe Hanna would slip in a few hundreds of dollers on her credit card.

It was her first week in Bentley and she was loving/hating it. The outgoing social butterfly she was, and yet she hadn't met anyone to hold her interest for more then five minutes. A sigh huffed from her lips as she continued to walk throughout the mall, her eyes flicking to store to store. Hollister wasen't really her style. Barf, much? She flicked a piece of jet-black tress behind her shoulder, tugging at the hem of her top. Shopping was much more fun with a friend; but Hanna stopped dwelling and immediatly turned into Sephora.

It was like another high-class store except instead of clothes, perfume bottles and different types of make-up cluttered the shelves. A smile was brought onto her lips and the necklaces around her neck clashed together as she bounced right in, towards the eye make-up section. Maybe, with a few NARS products, her {strong} opinion about Bentley could change ever so slightly..