It was weird being in there.
Things were slow at Macy’s and the Bride was trying on swimsuits for an upcoming ocean trip. No one was in our area of the department store, so the Bride said I should go into the fitting room with her.
Against my gut feeling, I did so. And it was weird in there – like when you head into a bathroom and it ends up being the girls’ restroom. (So many stalls…)