Something about him intrigued Sugar. So one day, she walked into the shop. Not like she usually did, to browse the items, but to browse the man. With a few light steps, easily carrying her beautiful, petit figure, she glided up to him. He was a good few 5 or 6 inches taller than her.
"Hello," she said plainly, then paused. Not even she was sure why she decided to finally talk to him. "So, what exactly is this shop?" She was confused, almost as if she was retaking calculus. Up close, he wasn't menacing. Of course, the toad-like mask was creepy as hell, but suddenly, he appeared more friendly.
He looked down at his questioner, who seemed to finally notice him. He laughed in a manner that could cause goosebumps on any feeble person. "It's, well... a shop! A thrift store, if you will!"
"Interesting," she chuckled. "What's with that mask?"
"What mask...? I see no mask!"
"The one on your face!"
"Well, what about it?"
"Why do you wear it?"
"Because I can!"
She tapped it, but he moved back like he would if it was his own face that she had touched. It came as a shock to him, and a bit of an invasion of personal space, but he didn't exactly mind– nobody had shown so much interest in him before.
"I see you find interest in me."
She paused. "In your mask."
He leaned over towards her a bit. "It's only a mask, what's so strange?"
This is a question she couldn't answer.