Buffy tries on the lipstick she intends to buy and then twirls in front of the mirror.
”You look amazing,” Kimberly gushes. “Tyler’s gonna lose it.”
”He’d better.” Buffy drops the lipstick into her purse. She thinks she catches sight of a man in the mirror, watching her, but when she turns around there’s no one there.
Outside the stall, she sees one of her classmates, whose name she can’t remember, struggling to fit into the same dress. “What a loser,” Kimberly mutters.
Buffy smiles uneasily. “Yeah.”
When she gets home she realises the lipstick is still in her purse.