IV: The Show, Part One

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Christmas Eve stayed particularly quiet in Leto Boutique's original London location - an 800 square foot brick and mortar store tucked back off of Camden High Street

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Christmas Eve stayed particularly quiet in Leto Boutique's original London location - an 800 square foot brick and mortar store tucked back off of Camden High Street.

Every year, Franki and Emi spent the day working so their employees could have an extra long holiday. Other than a few sporadic last minute holiday shoppers, the day was pretty mellow. And Franki absolutely loved it. It made her feel nostalgic over the slower days in the beginning of her career when it was just her and Emi working tirelessly all day, every day.

As the day drew to a close, Franki sat behind the register, jotting a final note down in her notebook before she dropped the pen and stretched her arms out high above her head. And when her arms came down, she tapped her phone to see the time when a notification came across the screen from a group text with her siblings.

Emi: THE CHINESE FOOD AND DRINKS ARE HERE BITCHES!
Ant: don't you dare eat it all without us!!!!

Franki grinned at the string of texts with excitement knowing that tonight was her favorite holiday tradition - a sibling night of takeaway and drinking far too much mulled wine and sloe gin, before heading to their parents house the next morning for Christmas and Boxing Day. It was something she looked forward to all year long.

Emi had left the shop early to pick up dinner and drinks, leaving Franki to close up solo. It was nearing the top of the hour, about the time she would normally close, when the bell above the door jingled and a young woman bundled in a heavy denim jacket and red beanie walked inside. Brown hair poked out from underneath her hat, while her kind smile pulled a dimple into her cheek.

"Hello, welcome in!" Franki sang from her stool behind the register.

"Hello," she politely returned her greeting. "Are you closing soon?"

Franki waved her hand dismissively in the air, "No— no worries, take your time."

She smiled a 'thank you' and began browsing through the racks of clothing.

Just then a gaggle of three teenage girls came stumbling into the shop, causing the bell above the door to jangle loudly when it swung open. Both Franki and the other woman's heads turned toward the noise, hearing the new customers giggling.

Franki glanced at the woman and raised her eyebrows, both of them exchanging a look of amusement, a mutual understanding that they both remembered those days and sure as hell would never want to go back to them.

The woman carried on with her shopping as Franki glanced back at her phone.

Emi: THEN GET YOUR ARSE OVER HERE!
Ant: i do not appreciate the aggressive texting, emi.

Franki was grinning at the messages when she heard the teenagers whispering.

"That's her, that's Gemma!"

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