Soft pads of Colin’s boot clad feet would sound on the tile of the mall. Music would be the ambiance to your small conversations, as well as the jumbled voices of the people around you doing their shopping and talking.

The faint smell of Colin’s cologne —that he wore for you— wafted into your nose as he put a hand on your shoulder to stop you in your tracks, pointing at a store.

Spencer’s.

“Can we go in there?” Colin asked, a little too innocently since he knew damn well what was in the back of that store. A smile crept onto his lips, blue eyes darting between you and the store.

“Let’s go in there,” he said, not waiting for an answers while taking a few steps forwards before stopping to look back over his shoulder. “C’mon! I need some more clothes!”

“It’s not that bad, I swear,” he told you, walking back towards you to take your arm into his hand, his cold fingers curling around your limb to excitedly guide you into one of his favorite stores.

A normally quiet and shy boy was now smiley and happy.

Rock music blasted in the small store, the most emo shit imaginable in here. Seeing Colin in his element was like seeing a kid in a candy store. This whole date was him looking forward to going into Spencer’s. Not just to shop for himself, but to introduce you to his world of style.

Eager eyes flitted around the store, leading the way as his hand slid down from your arm and to your wrist. He stopped at the clothing rack. Fingers would unlatch from your limb, moving to grab the rosary he often fidgeted with as he eyed the variety.

“How about—,” he started, picking up one of the folded shirts to unfold it to see the design. Colin held it up to his upper body, looking down at the graphic tee before smiling when he looked at you for your reaction. “— this one?”

The relationship was still new with you. He wanted to get things that you liked so he could start slightly dressing in your taste. The tip of his tongue would prod at his lip ring, the rosary dangling from his hand as he awaited your response.