Thanks to her newly acquired bike, Ruth Meijer had had the time to familiarise herself much better with Whitby’s shops and places of interest. Among those, there was a jewellery shop whose window she had surveyed one, two, three, four times before actually stopping.

No harm in watching, she had told herself.

Then she had repeated the operation a few times. The window was there to be watched. There were, though, a few things she couldn’t see properly.

Truth was, Ruth barely had any money on her and she hadn’t successfully secured employment so far, so she felt a little self conscious entering a shop where she didn’t plan to purchase anything. On the other hand, she couldn’t possibly be the first person to visit without buying anything, right?

So she decided to step inside. Very tall for the time, towering even thanks to her long, strong sportswoman mucles and her big bulk of red hair, she was hard to miss. Ruth wasn’t cross dressing today, but she was wearing a pair of bikers bloomers with a fairly severe jacket, which would have not looked improper on a gentleman. She just softened the effect by wearing a sensible yet definitely feminine hat on top of her gibson girl hairdo and a pair of leather gloves. Her outfit was dominated by brick red and mahogany tones. “Good day,” she had a light accent and slightly deep voice, with a hint of an husk in it “I was wondering if I could take a look at those cufflinks.” she gestured towards an article that could be seen from the window but wasn’t in it.