"Here! Oy! Yes, you, pay attention. What'd you think?"
"I think you're an idiot."
"You didn't even look up." Roxy mentally groaned and looked up. This was the first and last time she was bringing Charlie clothes shopping. He had found a hat and a men's cardigan and was happily examining himself in the mirror, tilting his hat like some popstar. "Very swathe." He winked at his reflection and then smiled at her. Roxy rolled her eyes. Charlie huffed. "Be like that then." He disappeared. Roxy returned her attention to the sale rack.
Charlie snuck up behind Roxy five minutes later. She was inspecting the shoes, trying to find her size. She didn't notice him, but the other customers did. He wore a big floppy pink hat with a huge purple feather. Around his neck was a fluffy pink feather boa and he was holding it out to either side; dancing around Roxy, crabwalking, Egyptian dancing and swinging the feather boa about and strutting his stuff.
Roxy turned when people started laughing. Some clown was dancing about in a ridiculous hat and twirling a feather boa, one hand on their hip. Their back was to her.
The clown spun around- it was her clown. He took a step forward and froze when he realised she was looking at him. They regarded each other in silence for a good, long minute.
"I don't even know anymore." Roxy said. Charlie grinned cheekily, swishing forward and tangling her in the boa. He kissed her forehead and then bowed to his adoring fans. "You're an idiot."
"Yes." Charlie agreed, throwing the feather boa up and over his shoulder. "But you've got to admit I have style."
"No."