Keith was too shy to tell her that he drew her, instead he just smiled and handed her the homework he had already finished for her. He was happy to see her, his heart was atwitter and face lit up. He followed Alex into the clothing store, handing his backpack to the man as Alex had handed her bag to him. Keith was not in his element, clothes were not something he payed much mind to seeing as he had never been given a new pair of clothes in his life. None the less, he wanted to be impressive, so he began looking through the extensive store and breaking down fashion and style like an equation that wasn't really an equation in his head.<br/><br/>"Colors, warm, neutral, cold. Solids, stripes, patterns. Lighter, darker. Form fitting, loose, comfort cut. Assessment? Fashion can vary from individual to individual, something may look good on one person and not on someone else, while some things are simply not pleasing to look at period. Conclusion, Start with blacks, reds, and greys in formal attire, working from there." Keith thought to himself as he looked around. He picked up four black, button up shirts each with a different niche, and five dark red, button up shirts following the same pattern. Several black slacks, several different black and dark grey vests. He picked out several ties as well and three different shoes. He made sure everything fit, and then put together an outfit to show Alex.<br/><br/>He came out of the dressing room in black slacks with a red shirt that was covered on black tribal designs. Over the shirt was black vest with similar red tribal designs. His tie was solid black and his sleeves were rolled up just above his elbows