<span style="color: #FF0000">Carlos began to observe the redhead a little more carefully. She had caught his eye with her red hair already, as he was partial to colored hair, but he was partial to a lot of random things, like big earrings and whimsical natures. The shop owner knew her by name, so she must frequent this place a lot. His mind took a few guesses as to why she'd need fabric; she might be an artist, or a fashion designer making clothes, or maybe she just needed the material for some side project that had nothing to do with what she did most of the time.<br/><br/>He smiled back at her as she introduced herself, and he realized he had been more curious as to every other aspect of her other than her name. It was, however, nice to know. "I'm Carlos," he said, nodding to her slightly. "A pleasure, given the, uh, circumstances." He offered another smile. He was definitely smiling too much.<br/><br/>He glanced over at the fabric as she pointed to the first piece of material she wanted. "Yup, always ready," he said, putting his hands on it to help her hoist it down. He grabbed one side of the roll and pulled it down, holding onto it tighter as the weight of it shifted mostly towards Erin. He quickly pulled it more towards him to take on the brunt of the weight.<br/><br/>"So, what's all this stuff for?" he asked. "Are you an artist?" His voice was curious, genuine.</span>