[Something about him is weirdly cute, Aya thinks. She can't quite describe what it is. An air about him that he isn't quite as above-it-all as his appearance first suggests. She likes it; it makes him more approachable. He's personable, too, not seeming to have any reservations about offering help even to a stranger. Aya beams more broadly.]
Perfect! It's just over here, at the shoe store...
[With a bounce in her step, Aya leads him back from the bridge, her twin plaits bobbing and swishing to the beat of her stride. The two pairs of shoes are right where she left them; Aya quickly kicks off her owned pair and slides her feet into one of each sandal she's agonizing over. Then she turns around and clasps her hands behind her.]
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Perfect! It's just over here, at the shoe store...
[With a bounce in her step, Aya leads him back from the bridge, her twin plaits bobbing and swishing to the beat of her stride. The two pairs of shoes are right where she left them; Aya quickly kicks off her owned pair and slides her feet into one of each sandal she's agonizing over. Then she turns around and clasps her hands behind her.]
Which one?