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All too often Kim got lost in his own thoughts. Since his own thoughts were almost always of music, he found himself lost in the random soundtrack of his own life at times. Headphones in as he walked downtown it started with just a nod of his head and graduated to the tapping of his hands on his jeans to the beat of the music. A short time later and the rest of his body followed suit and he was half-dancing, half-walking along the street.

If he had been aware of it Kim would have been mortified. In his everyday life he did his best to not draw attention to himself. If he could be invisible, that would be awesome. Unfortunately that wasn't the sort of thing he was capable of.

He didn't even notice what was going on until he was rounding a corner on the street and almost ran into someone also turning the corner. Kim quickly skipped and spun out of the way to avoid the collision, feeling his stomach sink when he realized what he was doing.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry," he said, pulling off his headphones and holding out a hand to steady the person he had almost run into. "I- I'm so sorry, I, uh, I wasn't looking where I was going."

[Be the person he almost bumped into or just witness him dance-walking down the street.]

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"It, uh, it would definitely make me want to rip it off you?" he said, making a bit of a face. Not necessarily in the way that she had meant, but that was a minor quibble. But apparently she wasn't going to just accept that and get the first thing he suggested. So this might actually take a while.

"Because it's so offensive to the eyes. Not because this in any way shape or form incites desire in anyone. Oh god now I kind of want to take a picture wearing it and send it to Genevieve," Keira muttered with a warped little smile at that idea. Ignoring the offered hand, Keira found a sheer burgundy shirt that revealed probably more than concealed but it as fine as long as she wore a vest beneath.

Kim waited patiently while she continued to look, hoping that he had successfully demonstrated that asking his help in determining if a shirt was good or not wasn't a wise idea. The girl was pretty so he was pretty sure that any shirt she tried on would look good. Still, maybe he could hurry the process up...

"That one looks nice."

"Actually just hold it up, I'm going to take a picture of it and send it to my friend. She usually thinks I look hot, how little does shes know." Keira replied, taking a picture of it before sending it with a text to Genevieve. She doubts it would incite any stirrings of lust of desire. "Thank you, you're sweet for trying. I like it. A little too high collared but I can work with it. Come on... you're buying, remember."

"Right, yes, buying," he said with a nod as he headed toward the cash register. Then they could get to the dry cleaners and get her a new coffee and then it would be all better. Or at least as better as he could make it after his mistake.

"So, uh, is this all?"

"Yes, this is all. I don't need to rob blind some kid. Whose face... do you lurk in the upstairs part of the library? It's on the tip of my tongue," Keira said, making a gesture towards his whole face. She knew she'd seen it somewhere she just couldn't figure it out.

"I do go to the library?" He said. Not a lot, but he did go and the familiar feeling of illness at the panic at maybe being discovered. This girl didn't really seem likely to out him if she did figure it out but he didn't like having to worry about it.

"Huh, maybe that's it. Maybe you're the upstairs harlequin romance reader," Keira replied, looking at him suspiciously before ushering him towards paying for her new shirt. He didn't seem like a bad kid but he was very... odd, at least his taste was very odd.

"That's probably it," he said with a nod. That wasn't it AT ALL but it was better than her actually knowing where she knew him from. Plus, he did go to the library sometimes so that was possibly where she knew him.

"And please. I read my Harlequin in the corner of the first floor."