Kat chuckled at Diego’s disgust. “Well, yeah, my experience is with women’s shoes.” She made a mental note that Diego didn’t seem to have a foot fetish, with that reaction he gave. Why she considered that to be a relief, or why she had fished for that answer in the first place, was beyond her. Admittedly, she then started to wonder what kinds of fetishes he did have.<br/><br/>That was when the salesman returned with the non-shiny shoes, his reemergence from the back helping Kat’s mind to return to the present. She watched as Diego slipped them on and flexed in them, standing up and trying them out in a few steps. She mentioned that he’d have to break them in and since they had limited time, that meant keeping them on.<br/><br/>Diego looked dumbfounded as he gawked at how terribly the fancy shoes went with the rest of his ensemble. She chuckled at his sarcastic comment about how ridiculous they made him look, sympathizing a little, since she obviously cared about appearances as well. She led him to the front desk and paid with a familiar swipe of her black credit card.<br/><br/>On their way out, Diego asked if she wanted to walk around a little more, making Kat perk a brow. To his amendment afterward, she laughed her raspy laugh. “I guess that makes sense. And it sounds like the very least I can do is not let you suffer alone. Right?” She asked, leading him out of the store and down the mall hallway. Her plan was to just walk around aimlessly until they were satisfied.<br/><br/>“So, while we walk, why don’t you tell me about the last date you were on. Since dates seem to be the theme, here.” Kat looked at him, expectantly.