[hr][hr][center][h1][color=FB5A7E]Leighton Brooks[/color][/h1][img]https://media0.giphy.com/media/3oKIPq5EQ1CIlWq0QU/giphy.gif?cid=3640f6095c3161494c32494d4d32061a[/img][hr][color=FB5A7E][b]Location[/b][/color]: Target
[color=FB5A7E][b]Skills[/b][/color] N/A[/center][hr][hr]

Since no one came in rushing after her, she assumed she had gotten away before the authorities showed up. Which was preferable, she didn't feel like explaining the situation to the police or having to call her parents and explain why they needed to get her out of there. After all, she wasn't a mutant. She was not a freak! The system malfunctioned. It happens all the time. It was waiting for the next person to walk in and boom.

As she scoured the aisles, plastered with signs about things on sale (ugh....clearance?!?) she shimmied along, observing a few things. The clothes were not name brand. Tacky and gaudy clothing with useless inspirational quotes plastered on them. As she looked, one of the employees there asked her if she needed anything. It was bad enough she was at a Target, but now she was being addressed by the salespeople who didn't know Gucci from Gumbo. [color=FB5A7E]"No, I am fine."[/color] With that, she turned down aisle in an attempt to get further away from the front of the store.

As she did so, a rather cute guy stood in front of her buying, of all things, toothpaste and band-aids with characters on them. [color=FB5A7E]"Far be it from me to say, but you don't strike me as the superhero band-aid type of person."[/color] She made flirty eyes with him. He was a welcome distraction.