She would have taken him to the Dressing Room, but as soon as she'd suggested it, Derek had given her this look, like being forced into the fashionable boutique where she works is just taking this whole thing a step too far and so she'd sighed heavily and agreed to the mall. It's not the end of the world really and she's managed to find a few shirts that are both bright and not totally hideous, but she isn't sure if Derek is actually going to go for any of them.

"You can't just veto everything I suggest," she tells him, because she's pretty convinced that's going to happen. "Diwali is supposed to be all bright and shit, so you have to be all bright and shit."

She's still clutching a vibrant blue sweater when someone else approaches them and she turns to look at him, giving him a faint, curious smile. He obviously knows Derek and she waits for an introduction, figuring that's probably more polite than just piling more brightly coloured shirts on Derek as he stands there.