A hand covered the woman's eyes from the light above as her mind forced her to remember everything.
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January 2nd, 2016.
The jewelry shop smelled like metal polish and incense. A fan turned slowly overhead, pushing warm air around. The happy new year sign looked old and worn out, despite being set up just a few days ago.
"You sure about this?" Annie muttered, eyeing the glass case full of shining caps.
Yasmine grinned. "You scared?"
"I just don't want to look like a SoundCloud rapper."
"Do you want to look bad ass like your big sister or not?" Yasmine shot back.
Annie rolled her eyes, but she was smiling.
They leaned over the counter while the jeweler pulled out trays. Silver. Gold. Different cuts.
Yasmine leaned over the glass counter. "Lemme see the silver again."
"Silver?" Annie asked. "That's boring."
"It's classy," Yasmine said. "You wouldn't understand."
Annie stared at the gold set. It was flashy. Loud in a way that fit her.
"I'll take these."
