Steve stood leaning against a cart, four bags slung over his arms. He watched the blur of his girlfriend darting in and out of the racks of clothes like a butterfly zipping around a flower garden.

It had been three hours already. Though Steve was fairly inexperienced in the girlfriend department, he knew that it was better to just keep his mouth shut and encourage her to shop til she dropped.

"I uh... like that one," he said, gesturing to the dress she was holding in the hopes it would make her go faster.