theme: jelly shoes
"Aren't these your shoes?"
The two twenty-somethings were encircled in maroon cardboard boxes.
Ranging from specific to a generic brand, each unique shoe was arranged in a line on the top of the shelves. Some were disheveled from their usual displays; under the assumption that the women who had tried them on simply threw them back when finding out that they didn't fit.
The smell of fresh plastic mixed with the air.
Eileen had propped herself up against a mirror.
"Huh?"
"Yeah! These are your shoes!" Rigby exclaimed, grabbing a pair of jelly shoes off the shelf.
"Don't you remember? You wore them that one time we went roller-skating. Y'know? With Margaret and Mordecai?"
Eileen pushed back her glasses with an index finger.
She did remember that but could vaguely recollect what she had worn. "Er.."
"Here," Rigby insisted, impelling her left leg forward.
"Rigby, what are you-"
He easily slipped her foot into the slot.
The jelly shoe, infused with glitter, dazzled as she wiggled her ankle around.
Eileen, faintly, could recall the occasion where her jelly shoes were worn- although, hers had been threadbare, as opposed to these brand new ones.
"Woah, Rigby! How did you know?" she asked him, mouth agape.
His shoulders lifted to a shrug.
"I guess I'm pretty observant."
A/N: (if you didn't get it, sometimes when people have crushes, they notice insignificant details about the person they're crushing on).
*cough cough this was a Cinderella referencecough cough*