<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/DygUGqf.jpg)</div><strong>Character</strong>: Heather Cole<br/><strong>Location</strong>: "The Cardinal Exchange" - Salem Center<br/><strong>Date/Time</strong>: September 1st, 2017<br/><strong>Content</strong>: Going to to town, and collecting soem clothes for the first trip to the changing room.<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: This Outfit (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/3b/f0/37/3bf0370d34e8504f280b99a49085d17b.jpg)<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Abigail<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>The afternoon had a sweeping weather pattern over the town of Salem Center. It was starting to cool in this part of country, especially, even by now, in early September, the winds from the North were turning into daggers that sliced through clothing and challenged constitution.<br/><br/>The clouds didn’t threaten. And the autumn sunlight shone through them enough to make everything look pleasant. The falling leaves and the amber colored wind in the forest inspired awe with a visual on the hillside. Heather and Jennifer often saw each other after school, The older Cole sister had work off campus after school on most days, and Heather liked to tag along for a ride into town. Jam drove a mom car, a four door sedan that looked like every other car on the road, rounded, boat like, slow, unthreatening. It was a gentle tan color off the line. But, it just looked worn out and boring now. Jam loved her car, it didn’t fit her personality at all. But there was plenty of space, and she’d fit 7 people in it before without the trunk or too much trouble. The Cole sister’s rarely rode out by themselves. One of their friends tagged along daily, or more.<br/><br/>Heather, Abi and Jam listened to Kanye West on low volume while they had chatted and giggled their way down the road. It wasn’t a long drive, about ten minutes with good traffic. The younger girls had been dropped off downtown. Eventually, they were to make their way toward ‘The Legacy Hair Salon’, where Jam was employed. The two of them had four and a half hours to explore the town. Heather had some money in her pocket, enough for some additions to her wardrobe and a few cups of coffee to pass the time. She was dressed in a pair of floral denim shorts (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/3b/f0/37/3bf0370d34e8504f280b99a49085d17b.jpg) that fit her like a second layer of skin. They were good for clothes shopping in, and easier to take off than they appeared. her school bag was still hanging from her right shoulder. If they found a place to be idle at any point, she would google her way through her homework so that her night was free later on.<br/><br/>Heather and Abi said their casual ‘laters’ and ‘goodbye’s’ to the older sister figure in the four door sedan about ten feet from the front door of Heather’s favorite place to shop, aptly named ‘The Cardinal Exchange.’ It was a second hand store with an overflowing clearance section and seamstresses that made almost everything as good as new as it was purchased from previous owners. This shop was a bit more expensive than usual second hand stores, but it was a good place to start, because she could always find what she was looking for without overpaying at some silly boutique. It was better than buying new, without a doubt. Typically, after she was done here, filling out the shopping list she had in her head would be as easy at one of the other nine places along the way to The hair salon.<br/><br/>The bell had chimed as they came in, and another young woman greeted them while doing some inventory near the front. It was a slow day for shopping apparently, Abi, Heather, and the lone employee were alone in the store. Her nametag said ‘Kristin’, she was casually dismissive and chipper at the same time, the perfect attitude for the environment. Heather offered her a simple<strong>“heey!</strong>” as she meandered toward the outerwear toward the back of the store.<br/><br/>Within moments, she was pulling off sweaters and jeans from the displays to try on, she didn’t turn to Abi when she spoke, too transfixed to break eye contact with all of the clothes.<strong>“See, this is crazy, we’re even a little late…”</strong>Autumn, and back to school had already started last month. The two of them were staring down a feast.<br/><br/>As she continued to pile on clothing, she turned to Abi this time,<strong>“they’re already getting to know me here, it’s pretty cool.”</strong>Kristin was greeting a couple that had come in, mid twenties, a boy and a girl. They were every couple at that age, uncomfortable and quiet, reserved and public and the same time.<br/><br/>Heather tried not to pay attention to the nausea inducing romance, it was fairly easy as she located another pair of perfectly worn skinny jeans.<br/>