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Kiro chained his bike to the post outside the boutique. DeLeon Boutique, it was called, and it looked like it had a nice selection. He made his way to the front door and stopped, noticing the contrast between the clean floor and the sand-covered clothes. Quickly, he pulled himself to the side and brushed as much sand as he could off of himself--the sand that clung to him as rode and couldn't get off. As he did, he noticed a young man dressed in a plaid button up and jeans not far off heading towards the store. He looked interesting, but he couldn't let his eyes linger, at least not in a public place like this.
Maybe inside, he thought to himself.
As he stepped inside, Kiro immediately felt at ease. He made his way to the register, where someone was already at. There he stood, careful not to let his sandy clothes touch anything. There, he waited.