"Gladly," Bucky hisses back, grabbing the sweater from Sylvie's hand and heading toward the back of the store. He didn't even care about the sweater, doesn't really care about any of this, but now he's just so damn mad.

"Excuse me, can I have a fitting room?" Bucky asks the salesgirl, who turns to look at him with big eyes and a too-wide smile, like she wishes she could run away. She also looks like she wishes that she could say no, or like she doesn't want them both back there, but she glances at Sylvie's face and then nods instead.

"Sure!" She says, knocking on a door to the room near the back and unlocking it for them. "Um, let me know if you need anything. Bye!"

The girl rushes back toward the register and Bucky steps into the little room, already pulling his shirt off before shutting the door.