Okay, so, at the same mall as the setting I wrote the last chapter at there was this clothes shop.
No, I hate the clothes.
Well, not hate them, but you know, not my type.
Too trendy and popular.
Being a proud gay, I instantly recognized a Hayley Kiyoko song.
They literally had Girls Like Girls on.
Then What I Need.
I was screaming.
Also, you know those advertising posters where they have photos of people modelling whilst wearing their clothes?
There was a picture of two girls, cheek against cheek, one who's skin is darker than the others, so it's not like they could be sisters. Their legs were intertwined, like, not what you would do with just friends.
My little lesbian heart was fucking bursting with joy.