[ It's an absurd question and she knows it; his reluctance worries her, like maybe she'll have to ask someone else this weird question again should he turn her down. ]
Well... [ She trails off, eyes pointedly looking down at his shoes, then to her own. ] I think your size might be a little too big for me—and there's nothing that says I can't return them.
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Well... [ She trails off, eyes pointedly looking down at his shoes, then to her own. ] I think your size might be a little too big for me—and there's nothing that says I can't return them.