Mimi sighed softly, her hair a tangled mess, frayed and frazzled, it had been yet another hard day at work and she was just locking up the store, her purse slung over her shoulder. She jangled the keys in the lock and then flicked them as she turned and looked down the dark, deserted streets of the town, well almost deserted. She noticed a black van driving past the mall and she bit her lower lip. It was three in the morning, friday nights they always stayed open late at least until midnight, for the teenagers. Then, of course, Mimi had to stay late to clean, put items back on the shelves, lock up, and count the till. She yawned, and looked around the parking lot, she knew that a bus didn't run this late and her car had broken down this morning, so she was on her own two feet. She begin to walk home, her heels clicking against the concrete and her tight red dress clinging to her body as she walked along. She was about 22 years old and had looks that could make a man drop dead, often enough teenage boys would come into her store just to gawk at her, and she supposed that's why she had to wear clothes like she was now, she was the walking advertisement for the store, Victoria's Secret.