The afternoon in the small boutique on the market square had really just one goal: to find a dress for Ilyana’s birthday next month. Yo had persuaded her to stop by “just for a moment.” The saleswoman was in the back room when the two of them paused in front of the mirror.
They were both wearing the same black cocktail dress. It had a simple cut, draping softly over the hips, with a neckline that revealed neither too much nor too little. Ilyana turned around once; Yo held the fabric at the side so the hem wouldn’t slip. “It looks better on you,” Ilyana said. Yo shook her head. “On both of us. That’s why we tried it on, after all.” Outside, rain tapped softly against the shop window. Inside, an old song played on the radio behind the counter—something slow, featuring a piano that kept returning to the same melody. Yo held out her hand, half in jest. Ilyana took it. The first step was small—little more than a sidestep to avoid the clothing rack. Then another. The carpet beneath their feet was soft; the dresses rustled quietly with every turn.
They laughed when Yo nearly tripped over the hem and Ilyana caught her by the waist. For a moment, they stood still, forehead against forehead, listening only to the rain and the piano. Then they started moving again. Not a proper dance, but rather a swaying back and forth between the racks, moving past a blue coat and a stack of scarves. The saleswoman returned, paused in the doorway, and smiled without saying a word. She turned the music up a little. Ilyana rested her head on Yo’s shoulder. “We aren’t buying it,” she whispered. “We already have enough dresses.” Yo nodded. “But we’re keeping this afternoon.” They turned once more, slowly, until the song ended. Outside, the rain had let up. They put their own jackets back on, carefully hung up the dresses, and left the boutique hand in hand. On the wet pavement, Ilyana paused, turned around, and waved to the saleswoman through the window. She waved back.
contentworld – AI gen image & clip – Ilyana & Yo
shopping afternoon “same costum” remake by Samy de Palma (origin 2026-05)
That evening at home, Ilyana didn’t tell her mother about the dresses. She only said that she and Yo had danced in the rain—right in the middle of a shop—and that it had felt as though the entire afternoon belonged just to them. Yo sat beside her on the sofa, her shoes still damp, and said nothing. She didn’t need to say anything, either. The afternoon had been enough.
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