Inside the mall, people came and went in a constant stream. Some couples held hands, some groups of three friends chatted and walked, some families pushed strollers. Wheels rolled across the floor, leather shoes, high heels, and sneakers stepped on the glossy tiles, the polished ceramic reflecting the movement of every footstep. Otis lowered his voice.
"Maid outfit…"
Mei's heart thumped wildly. So her Richart also had all kinds of thoughts. She avoided his gaze, feeling a little shy, looking at Otis and then at her black round-toe leather shoes shifting lightly on the tiles.
"What else?"
Otis continued speaking in an even lower voice.
"Mm, that bunny girl outfit or whatever."
Why did talking about this in a mall feel like having an affair?
Mei glared at him with slight irritation. She never expected him to have thoughts like this, damn it, and she couldn't even raise her voice to scold him right now.
Otis cleared his throat.
"A maid outfit is basically every man's dream."
