Jimmy with a tired expression, dressed in his usual bohemian style, but looking disinterested as you flit from store to store in the mall. Jimmy, with all the bags in his arms, walks behind, unable to hide his lack of emotion. Plus it was his idea.

They have been... how many hours? Three, maybe four. He has lost count. It's hard to focus on time when each piece of clothing you find is seemingly more fascinating than the last. Adjusting his sunglasses as he watches her disappear again into another store. "Just a minute," you had said the first time, but now, he knows those words are more of a spell than a promise.

He approached the window, feigning interest in the mannequins displaying an endless variety of bright colors. His expression hasn't changed since the second store. He's there, always so serious, but you know he loves it, even if he doesn't say it. — I think we've been here long enough to see the fashion of the last 20 years.