Of course the idea of Kat being a virgin was one that she and Diego both must have known was absurd. Undoubtedly, it would have been made even more ridiculous if Diego had ever seen Chase, because it was clear from one look, why any young woman would have been interested in a guy like him. Those good looks of his only went so far, though.<br/><br/>And, if Diego’s bulge was anything to go off of, Kat suspected that he was packing much more than Chase had been.<br/><br/>His response to her question about her words regarding Raft striking a nerve caused her expression to change to one of slight surprise. She hadn’t been expecting him to be so honest in his reply. Apparently it had bothered him that Kat may have thought of herself as an elite representation of the student body. Her face contorted in response, her eyes rolling a smidge.<br/><br/>Now wasn’t the time to get into that complex conversation, though, especially considering they had just arrived at the store before Kat could really explain anything about it. The conversation changed to shoes and Kat managed to give Diego a small nod, an amused smile on her face, when he talked about how weird it would’ve been for him to have dress shoes.<br/><br/>Kat supposed she could have just waited for the sales guy to announce Diego’s shoe size, but sometimes they didn’t do that, and Kat was a numbers sort of gal, so she wanted to no, on no uncertain terms, an exact number for his shoe size. At the number 12, she was sure her brows perked, despite herself.<br/><br/>To the salesman mentioning that he was almost a 12 ½, Kat perked a genuinely curious brow. “Why not get him 12 ½’s then?” She questioned, unsure why that would be a problem. He asked about the color of the suit and Diego filled him in, then he stepped away. “I’ll see what we have,” he muttered, before walking off.<br/><br/>Diego’s grumpy comment made her chuckle. “You must not have much experience with shoe salesmen, then. They’re all full of themselves. Or they have a creepy foot fetish.” She shrugged, as if this was blasé information. Soon enough, the salesmen returned with two boxes in his hands. He knelt in front of Diego once more and unboxed them each.<br/><br/>“This pair is a 12 wide, and this is a 12 ½,” he explained. “They are both black, but this one is slightly more shiny than this one. So it really depends on the suit.” He mentioned, almost sounding as if he was annoyed that they hadn’t brought the suit along for him to perfectly match the shoes to. Kat pointed to the less shiny pair. “Those will work. Let’s try them on.”<br/><br/>She turned to look at Diego. “If your shoes are too shiny, it just looks tacky.” She explained, like she was teaching him something valuable. The shoe salesmen helped Diego into both shoes, then stepped back, motioning for him to stand and walk around to try them out. “You’ll probably need to break them in a little bit before tomorrow,” Kat mentioned, “so I’d suggest wearing these for the rest of the day.”