The store door closed behind them with a timid bell, and for a second too long neither of them moved.
Damon stared at the street, as if deeply interested in the cobblestones. Morgana adjusted the bag of clothes on her arm, then switched sides, then adjusted again. The silence weighed heavily.
"So…" Damon began, without looking at her.
"So…" Morgana replied at the same time.
They stopped.
He cleared his throat.
"I was just going to say that the city is… busy today."
"It is," she replied too quickly. "Very… busy."
Another silence. A couple passed by them laughing, and Damon felt his face heat up for no reason that could be rationally explained.
"Do you usually come here?" Morgana asked.
"To the store?" he replied. "I mean, on the street. Or… in the city. Or—"
"Forget it," she said, pressing her lips together to hold back a smile.
He took a deep breath.
"I don't usually… buy lingerie."
Morgana turned her face away, clearly fighting back laughter.
"I could tell."
