Sonny Carisi Fic

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detectivesonnshine:

“Call Me
Sonny.”

               I stood
in the middle of Victoria’s Secret, lazily sifting through the unorganized 5
for $20 panties. They were having a 50% sale on bras and I had come here with
the intention of buying one, but all the salespeople were busy and I’d been
wanting new underwear anyway. I’d found two I liked already—one turquoise thong
made entirely of lace, and a hot pink pair of boy shorts. It seemed unlikely
that I’d find any more at this rate, but I didn’t feel like going home yet, so
I kept looking.

               I was
about three bins in when a man with slicked-back hair wandered inside, glancing
up at the sign as he entered to make sure this was the right place. In grey
slacks, a white button down, and a navy blue vest, he was dressed up, at least
in comparison to everyone else in the store. He stopped in the entryway and put
his hands on his hips, scanning the area. He seemed a little confused, maybe
debating where to go. I watched him shift his weight uncomfortably, then take a
few hesitant steps toward a saleswoman who was busy with another customer. He
waited patiently for a few minutes, and when the customer didn’t stop asking
the woman’s opinion on different shades of push-ups, he tried to get her
attention.

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