A you man, barely more than a boy entered the shop, quietly scraping his boots and setting them aside prior to roaming. Hi mop of mousy brown hair swayed slightly in an effervescent manner, as if his entire being wafted on the cloud. Bright blue eyes absorbed every piece on display, looking but not touching, for that would be rude. He didn't like rude people. They were often also the mean ones.
"Can I have those please," he mumbled into his own collar, "I can pay." Pulling a handful of odds and ends gathered off the streets of by means of charity, Jeeves waited patiently for the i