Lovely sandals

She smiles at the delicate sandals hugging her feet. Thin straps. Open toes. She bought them the moment she saw them through the glass. "Look at these," she says, turning her ankle. They sit light on her skin. Pretty. Almost too pretty. She wonders if her lover will like them. She hopes he will. She lifts one foot, points her toes, watches the way the leather catches the light. Her smile deepens. She is already imagining the moment he sees them, the way his eyes might linger before anything else happens.