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emjay 
All the many potent frangrances surrounding him and mingling together was starting to overpower him. Ugh, how could women not only tolerate this stuff, but go completely gaga over it, Ethan wondered as he frowned at the glitter-covered soap still in his hand.
The fifteen year old let out a long breath when a voice behind him made him turn. "Hmm? Oh... sure, sorry," he said, eyes still on the girl as he stepped to the side out of her way. There sure were a lot of pretty girls in Diagon Alley! And perhaps she could help him decide on just what to get for his mum. After all, she was a girl too and would probably know what other females liked...
Ethan had just opened his mouth to ask the girl her opinion on gifts, when he heard the words of the shopkeeper as he came towards him. "Wha-... b-but.. it's... this isn't for me!" he finally sputtered out as his cheeks turned an ever so slight tinge of pink and he tossed the soap back into its bin like it was a hot potato. The shopkeeper thought that he was here for all this girly stuff? And now so did the girl!
As embarassed as he now was, Ethan was half-tempted to walk out but quickly remembered that he was indeed here for a purpose - Mum's birthday. Taking a deep breath to regain his cool composure, the fifteen year old donned a relaxed smile and addresssed the shopkeeper, this time a little more calmly. "What I mean to say is, I'm looking for a present for my mother. I was hoping you could give me some ideas." Or just pick out the nearest pink whatchamajig, because that was his next option.
Sarah stood with her hands clasped in front of her as she waited for the boy to register what she'd said. And then he did - nicely moving out the way, and apologising to boot.
"Oh don't worry, and thank you." Sarah stretched forward, smiling at him, and eyeing the soap in his hands, before turning her attention to the bottles lined up on the shelf. Now where was this coconut one...
"Ahaha, there we go!" Spotting her quarry behind some peach smelling stuff, Sarah grabbed as many bottles as she could fit in her arms. Except they wouldn't all fit in her arms as she thought they would - and a couple went crashing to the floor, bouncing to a halt by the boys feet.
"I'm so sorry," she stuttered, praying she hadn't damaged a complete stranger, or worse - cracked the bottles. She never had been much good at first impressions.
Retrieving them, she straightened herself out and smiled. He appeared like he was just about to say something - but the shopkeeper had interrupted. Oh my, what a lovely shade of pink he'd just turned. Biting on her lip, Sarah managed to keep her giggles in as he tossed the soap aside, and began stuttering himself. Boys were so funny when they were in girly shops.
"I like that soap actually," Sarah blurted out, nodding her head in the direction of the basket he'd thrown it in.
"Sorry for butting in, but I just thought I'd say. I got some for my mother a couple of years ago, and she loved the sparkly sheen it leaves on your skin." Now it was her turn to go a bit red. She hadn't been asked, but told them anyway. They were going to think she was really rude now. Wonderful.