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[mysteriouskin]

Who: Adrian Fairclough.
What: Loitering.
Where: Madame Malkin's Robes for all Occasions.
When: Saturday afternoon.
This Post Is: A tag to Celeste Samuels, perhaps

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[swankesque]

Celeste couldn't help noticing the reappearance of a certain dark-haired young man as she rang out one of the store's usual patrons -- an older woman with a personality as prickly as a cactus. She's noticed the young man before, he seemed to come in once a week or so. Sometimes he bought things. Usually, he didn't, though he seemed to be very interested in the merchendise. In her opinion, these were all telltale signs of a shoplifter. A cute shoplifter, but a potential thief nonetheless.

Frowning a little, she bagged up the old woman's purchases, putting on a fake smile as she said goodbye and sent the customer on her way. The store was quiet, leaving her free to take action if the man did turn out to be a shoplifter. Stepping out from behind the counter, she forced another small smile and approached him, feigning interest in the rack of clothing he had situated himself in front of.

"Did you need help looking for something?"

[mysteriouskin]

Adrian turned from the rack so quickly that it shook a little, a guilty expression crossing his face. His first instinct was to escape. All of his mental preparation hadn't done him any good. He wasn't ready. Trying to take flight quickly, Adrian attempted a few words, but instead delivered a stutter. "Huh? H-Help? No, no, I'm fine. No help needed here!" He laughed nervously, and as she turned to leave, a lightbulb flickered in his head

[swankesque]

"Huh? H-Help? No, no, I'm fine. No help needed here!"

"Alright then, just let me know if you need anything." Celeste was ready to walk away and get back to the bookwork she had left behind the counter. She wasn't completely convinced that he wasn't a shoplifter, but at least now he knew that she was aware of his presence and would be keeping an eye on him from behind the register. Turning, she stopped and looked at him again when he spoke up a second time.

"Wait! I could use help with.. something. ... I could use some help finding the name of a girl that works here. Pretty, blonde. She deals with wretched old hags rather well, too, I've noticed. Not that I'm a weird stalk- I've just noticed. And, hypothetically, if I were to get this girl's name, do you think a guy like me would even have a slight chance with her?"Oh, smooth

[mysteriouskin]

"Yes," Adrian said, praying to Merlin that he wasn't turning red as an overripe tomato.

He smiled, relieved, when she extended her hand to him. He shook it, hoping that the stupid grin on his face would fade into something less moronic soon. "Adrian Fairclough. It's nice to meet you."

Adrian paused. The hardest part was over, right? She took the bait (or at least half of it), as Jacob would say. "Maybe we can start over, with me stuttering less and you thinking I'm not quite as strange?"