His eyes swirled around and connected firmly with the ground, then a pair of dirty feet with blue toenails, then scuffed ankles and long legs, then a pair of plaid boxers and a baggy tee shirt, then finally two pale blue eyes that were busy looking at Joss from the tips of his shined shoes to the tips of his shined hair.

The girl’s pale, pale eyes found Joss’s own and blinked once. Joss blinked back.

“You,” she said steadily, “look like a douche.”

Joss blinked again.

“Are you a douche?” she continued, cocking her head to the side. Her short brown curls fell across her face and she banished them with a quick gust of breath.

“No,” said Joss quickly. She stared at him. “Yes,” he said.

She shrugged and turned to walk away.

“No!” he said quickly, unaware as to why he was defending his character to a barefoot girl on the street.

She turned back. “Ok.”

“Why are you dressed like that?”

“Why are YOU dressed like that?”

Joss looked down at his suit and shrugged.