Today was payday at work, and what better way to treat yourself than to buy new clothing at the clothing store. As you skimmed over the various items of clothing and admired them, your attention was caught by a cute shirt that seemed to perfectly match your aesthetic. Just as you reached out to grab it, another hand, covered by a fingerless glove, placed itself on top of yours.

"Oop, sorry, hun!" a voice apologized.

Curiosity now piqued, you turned to see the owner of the voice—a smiling skeleton with half-lidded eyes and a faint purple blush. He quickly withdrew his hand from yours.

"I see you were looking at that shirt. Looks like we have something in common: great taste."