I cleared my throat lightly and moved to the right side of the store, pretending to browse. Rows of fluffy pink handcuffs caught my attention, hanging neatly on hooks. I picked one up, turning it in my hand while keeping an ear on their conversation.
"My god," the woman said with a grin, nudging her partner slightly. "Does your husband not get angry that you work here, girl?"
Layla let out a small, awkward chuckle. "Oh… I, uh… h-he doesn't."
I frowned slightly to myself.
Who even asked something like that? In a place like this, of all places. Some people really had zero sense of boundaries. Standing there, shopping for toys, and suddenly deciding to dig into someone's personal life like it was small talk.
