[For some reason, his cheeks turn a very faint pink at the suggestion that they ask for a cleaner pair of shoes. His expression turns slightly sheepish as he stares at spot on the floor somewhere behind Veronica.]

N-No, it's fine, like I said. We don't have to do something like that, I can deal with it.

[He can't help but regret opening his mouth in the first place. Why is he so bad at talking to people. Why.]

Here, c'mon, this one should be fine, right?

[Desperate to give her something else to focus on, he starts moving towards the closest available lane.]