"Ryan Osborne, what are you doing?" Jenna Irving walked back and took Ryan Osborne's arm.
"Buying you some decent underwear, of course," Ryan Osborne said nonchalantly, continuing his chat with the salesclerk.
The salesclerk turned to Jenna Irving and held out the bra she was holding. "Miss, this is a vintage style. It was popularized by Marilyn Monroe back in the sixties. Paired with a pullover sweater, it's incredibly sexy."
As she spoke, the salesclerk held the bra up to Jenna Irving's chest to size it up, then frowned. "This one seems a little big. I'll get you a smaller one. Miss, what size do you wear?"
Jenna Irving's face burned with embarrassment. This was a supermarket, and people of all ages passing by were staring at her.
'Buying underwear in a supermarket, of all places. Only Ryan Osborne would think of something like this.'
"Get her a 34B." Just as Jenna Irving was about to refuse and pull Ryan Osborne away, he interjected out of the blue, startling her.
