“There’s nothing better than leather pants,” the saleslady told me, pointing to a pair of XS faux leather jeans in the women’s section of a secondhand shop. “Except for facial masque, but we don’t sell that, ma’am.”

I twirled my auburn ponytail and stared at the jeans. They were perfect for the part where Emily’s character went to the grocery store, weren’t they? I bit my lip. “How much?” I asked, pulling my DKNY t-shirt over my Calvin Klein jeans.

“For you, nineteen dollars.” “Nineteen dollars?” I sighed. Emily would look gorgeous in them, I had to admit. “I guess I’ll take them.”

“What are they for anyway?” the lady asked as she rang me up at the register and folded the pants. “No offense, but you don’t seem like you’d fit into these.” I smiled as I grabbed the paper bag with the jeans inside. “None taken. I’m just the costume director for a little movie we’re shooting around here,” I answered.