Chapter Text
It was a slow day at Macy's, especially in the makeup department where Sameen Shaw worked. Her wife, Samantha or her favorite nickname, Root, was busy at work. Shaw was envious of her wife's job. She was an IT professional who worked for a company called Team Machine. Shaw thought that was a lame name but still a better job than makeup counter girl. A blonde woman walked in, catching Sameen's eye. She had on a grey dress and black heels. A man, slightly taller than her was right beside the mystery woman. Shaw was too busy daydreaming about the woman to realize that they walked right up to her counter.
"Hello" the woman said tentatively. She proceeded to sit on a stool.
"Hello ma'am, my name is Sameen. How can I help you today?" That greeting irked Shaw to her core. Even though she was taught to call people sir or ma'am by her father, she didn't believe everyone deserved that title.
"Honey" the man said. "I'm going to look at suits, if you need anything just call."
"I will dear" she smiled as he walked away.
"My name is Martine."
"Nice to meet you, Martine. What are you looking for today?"
"I need a new lipstick and eyeliner in kohl black."
"Do you need a specific pink or are you looking for a new shade?"
"Rose pink." Shaw directed Martine to the lipstick section an pulled out a few different shades. She waited patiently for Martine to pick up one and stick with it.
"Now for the eyeliner" Shaw said, eyeing the clock. It was three thirty and her shift was over at four. "You said kohl black correct?"
"Yes." Martine looked puzzled as Shaw waited for her manager to disappear then proceeded to open her purse.
"Have some free samples. These are all kohl black."
"Won't I get in trouble or something? That would make my husband mad."
"Buy the lipstick and the anti-theft alarm won't go off." Shaw threw in a wink for good measure. "How do you think I got all those?"
Martine giggled and bought the lipstick. "Well I have to go find my husband now. Thanks for all of your help Sameen. Hopefully I'll see you around."
"Have a nice night Martine." She left heading out of the store. Like Shaw predicted, the anti-theft alarms didn't go off.
"I hope to see you again, Martine." She said quietly to herself as another customer walked up.
Once four o'clock hit, Shaw wasted no time in leaving. Her wife rolled up on a motorcycle, looking badass in her leather jacket. "Hop on, babe." Root weaved them through the traffic to their apartment building. After getting off of the motorcycle, Root intertwined her body to Sameen's. "How was work, sexy?"
"Dull" Shaw replied. "And long."
"Always a pessimistic cutie." Root pecked her on the lips.
They walked up four floors as Root said hi to neighbors passing. Shaw just wanted to go crack open a beer or her favorite bottle of whiskey and order takeout. What Shaw really wanted to do was see Martine again. And again. And again.