“I just failed so hard!” she said aloud, emerging from the dressing room, and making eye contact with me, as I was standing right there and looked up when she said something.
She froze in horror.
“I was just… talking to myself? I just… sometimes…”
I smiled. “I do that all the time!”
“It was just that I… oh… you probably don’t care.”
And then she ran away.
I wanted to hug her and let her know that we all have awkward moments, and that I totally was not judging, and that I thought she was so cute.
Dear adorable girl in the fitting room at Rent the Runway this afternoon: you’re ok.