As Polaris looked through the clothes Emilee couldnâ€™t help but smile in amusement. He seemed to be enjoying himself which was such a huge relief to her; not only was he appreciative he was also enjoying her company and seemed like he was really enjoying shopping. So far, this was going to be pretty easy after all. Every time he picked up a piece of clothing she looked it over carefully mostly out of curiosity and to get a feel for what he liked. He was picking out some nice things and from what she could tell it was going to be interesting helping him pick which went with what. Finding what suited him and what didnâ€™t was not going to be that hard but then again he could be a picky person. At least he wasnâ€™t arrogant or too persnickety when it came to finding something he liked.<br/><br/>Hands down, that fact was probably the easiest and most relaxing thing in all this, thatâ€™s for sure.<br/><br/>When he asked her if the pants he held up would look good on him she tilted her head a bit and held her chin as if she was deep in thought. Picturing him in them, she found herself at a neutral stance no matter how she looked at it, â€œIâ€™m glad youâ€™re having fun. Those pants are pretty nice; try them on if you like them. Thatâ€™s the only way you know for sure if they look good.â€ Her response was simple really and in all honesty she felt that he should try them on if he liked them so much. Whenever she went shopping she enjoyed having the freedom of trying on clothes unlike when you receive a shirt or outfit as a gift and most of the time have no choice but to put on a smile and show how much she loved it. She was not going to lie to him, if she didnâ€™t like it sheâ€™d let him know.<br/><br/>There was one pair of pants she took issue with however so she could do just that. Sometimes girls wore tight pants with holes in them but on menâ€¦ noâ€¦ just now. Immediately she pulled the skinny jeans from him and put them back on the shelf, â€œNot these.â€ Ok, maybe she wasnâ€™t giving him as much freedom as she said she would but it was more of a pet peeve of hers than her wanting to control what he wore. Emilee was not really a controlling person by any means though sometimes she did get into the zone and her opinions became known.<br/><br/>Now it all came down to actually having him try everything. She knew where every dressing room in this store was by heart. After looking around at the store for a moment she looked at everything he had carefully and then, deciding that she liked what he had, she pointed towards the dressing room and out of excitement pretty much pushed him in that direction so he could go try them on. On the way she pulled off a few shirts that she felt would look good on him. Already she was having a blast and it hasnâ€™t even been five minutes; the more she thought about helping him the more energetic she became. Paying for everything might be a slight problem since she already had to pay bills but she was sure sheâ€™d think of something. Once that time came, she would deal with it but for now she would let him enjoy himself while he was here with her.<br/><br/>â€œIâ€™m going to go pay off bills. Iâ€™ll be right there if you need me,â€ pointing towards customer service she then left him to do what he pleased for the time being. If she seemed like she was in a rush it was because she wanted to get her stuff done and spend a bit more time with Polaris. This was getting interesting and she wanted it to last as long as possible. She was kind of bound to him until she got him back home since she was the one who was answered his call in the middle of the night. However long it would take him to get home, that was how long Emilee was going to help him out she supposed. When she thought about it, it almost sounded like a chore but she knew that it wasnâ€™t and she was just helping out someone in need. Her kind nature refused to turn him down.<br/><br/>However she couldnâ€™t help but wonder just how long she was going to be helping him. Chances were, it could be days, months, maybe a year or so before he got back home. Hopefully nobody discovers his secret. That would be a disaster.