Marin looked around the Target. T-shirts, jeans, athletic shorts, everything. And Ru was going nuts.
She swam through the aisles, looking at every single piece of clothing at high speed, checking sizes and prices and finally adding a few to her ever-growing arm of hangers. With a laugh, Marin continued through the t-shirt section, looking for something that would fit.
Even though her and the other BWF's had the perfect model bodies, Marin was right in between sizes at the moment. Everything she would buy, would be either too small, or too large.
But her problems were a speck of dust compared to what happened next.
A. Speck. Of. Dust.