" Let’s see it,” Boyd calls from outside the dressing room.
“How do you know I like this one enough to come out?”
“Because you’ve been in the same dress for five minutes and you’re wearing pretend heels,” he answers drily.
Wait. I fling open the door. “Are you watching me under the fitting room door? That’s kind of pervy.”
He smiles slowly. “All I can see are your feet to mid calf.”
“Maybe you have a foot fetish. "
― Jana Aston , Trust (Cafe, #3)