"What about this shirt, babe?" Luke asks you from somewhere within the junior department, holding up an ugly green knitted sweater over a clothes rack.
"Uh," You begin, already looking away from what he was showing you, "green's not really my color."
"Oh," he mumbles, going back to looking through the racks, oblivious to the fact many women were looking at him weirdly (probably because he was no where near you so he looked to be shopping alone).
"Oh," you squeal, picking up a cute shirt, showing it up to Luke, "how about this?"
"I thought you said green wasn't your color?" He asks, making you realize that the shirt was indeed green.
"Oh," you begin, quickly coming up with an accuse, "this green's okay, the green you showed me is what I meant by not being my color..."
"Yeah, okay," Luke snorts, "if you didn't like the shirt babe just tell me."
"Fine," you sigh, walking over to where Luke stood, "that shirt was hideous. You're horrible with women's fashion- perhaps you should just leave the browsing to me and adventure off on your own."
"Damn, talk about harsh."
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