Key squinted at the stranger’s stands of hair poking out. Did she comb her hair at all? Key was this close to reaching out and fixing it himself, but one, that would be rude, and two, what if the woman was a gross person? How was he supposed to know how long it’s been since she washed her hair? There was no odor, but you never know.

He couldn’t find anything too bad.

But the woman had potential, and in her current state, she was not hitting the maximum at all.

When Key’s eyes landed on the stranger, he merely closed his eyes and sighed. He kept them shut, as if to block the sight from his precious, sensitive eyes.

Key stared the stranger disdainfully. Normally, Key would be displeased because a stranger would have terrible eyebrows, or their shirt had a terrible design, or their entire outfit had terrible color scheme -- things that were just in poor taste. However, the reason this time was that this stranger was well-dressed! Too well-dressed! The stranger’s attire was equal to his own, if not better (and he really didn’t want to believe it was better).

This was a huge problem. Key always had to be the best looking person at the grocery store. What could he do to ruin this stranger’s day?

“What... are you wearing...”

That comment wasn’t supposed to come out. 

The shirt was so hideous in design and ill-fitted on the stranger’s figure, Key hadn’t realized his mouth was moving. He couldn’t stop the words from leaving into the open air, for the judged person to hear.