Come pick one that satisfies you.
That being said, Shinji didn't think Lorelaia would be able to pick out clothes that she would be satisfied with.
Because Her Majesty the Queen has obsessive-compulsive disorder and is a typical perfectionist. She can tolerate capable subordinates like Shinji, but she herself is hopeless.
Take, for example, signature.
In Shinji's opinion, this thing is just a mark, as long as it is not ugly or embarrassing, it doesn't matter if it is a little crooked or slanted. Lorelaia is different. She has strict requirements for her signature, and she can't have an extra hook when finishing the stroke. In order to achieve the desired effect, she secretly practiced tens of thousands of times, and finally achieved a perfect effect like a photocopier.
When Shinji heard this story, only four words popped into his mind - "so horrible".
If this is how they treat their signatures, how much more so their clothes, which are the face of nobility.
The result was just as he expected. After a whole morning, he walked around the clothing area of Debenhams and tried on dozens of clothes, but he was not satisfied with any of them. Either there was a problem with this or there was something uncomfortable.
Shinji was not angry or impatient. He played the role of a diligent male companion, accompanying the young lady to visit each area, selecting items one by one, and occasionally expressing his opinions. His attitude remained consistent.
When it was almost noon, I still reminded him: "It's time for lunch."
Lorelaia felt a little embarrassed: "It's already this late? Sorry, it took too long."
Shinji smiled and waved his hands: "It's nothing, it's normal. Haven't you heard people say that shopping is a woman's nature. Normally, you'll get tired after walking for a while, but when you're shopping, you won't feel tired even if you walk for a whole day."
"Is there such a thing?" Lorelaia raised her eyebrows slightly, "No one has ever told me this."
"Because you yourself have not thought about it."
Your identity means that no one will tell you these things, and the information limited to paper will not give you such an intuitive understanding.
"Yeah, I really haven't thought about it. I used to think it was meaningless, but now I don't think so... Can you tell me why?"
Lorelaia has one advantage: she never pretends to know something she doesn't understand, but always asks sincerely.
Shinji replied, "My personal opinion is for reference only. You Barthelmero are undoubtedly excellent as rulers and dominators. You know the necessity of understanding the ruled and dominated classes."
Lorelaia nodded: "Because class is based on comparison. Without them, we are not nobles. Without understanding them, there is no rule and domination."
"Yes, the problem is that there are some things that you won't understand unless you try them yourself. You must have wondered what life is like for ordinary people, but you don't have the experience you have today."
"Indeed, this is not only a novel experience, but also a valuable specimen - is this why you brought me here?"
"No, I didn't think too much about it. I was just bored and wanted to find someone to hang out with."
"You can only believe half of what you say."
"Oh my, you saw through me." Shinji shrugged helplessly.
"After all, we have known each other for such a long time."
The corners of Lorelaia's mouth rose slightly. She could more or less guess what Shinji was thinking.
Boredom is real, play is real, and letting himself experience the life of ordinary people should also be real. He is such a person who is sometimes playful and sometimes serious. Although I am dissatisfied with the playful part, without this, he is not himself.
"Did you say it was time for lunch?"
"Yeah, is there anything you want to eat?"
"You make the arrangements. Don't you want me to experience the life of an ordinary person? Just follow the standards of an ordinary person."
"Okay, that one—"
Shinji casually pointed behind his head, and Lorelaia glanced over.
"Is that... a fish and chip truck?"
"Yes, when it comes to British food, the impression it leaves on the world is not only 'looking up at the stars', but also fish and chips. Although it is not very nutritious, it tastes good. Do you want to try it?"
"Then give it a try."
"Okay, wait for me, I'll go buy it."
The food truck was doing good business, with quite a few people queuing up. By the time it was Shinji's turn, nearly ten minutes had passed.
I randomly selected two food and drink combos, and when I looked back, I noticed that there was another person next to Lorelaia, a young man.
"Is this a hit-up?"
Shinji watched secretly while waiting for the food to be served.
"Well, her looks are there, there's nothing strange about that. This is also a new experience for her - no, it doesn't seem like a flirtation? The man is - dancing?"
At this time, someone next to me said.
"Oh, it's the artist from Denmark. He's a celebrity here and often performs dances and interacts with customers."
"Hey, Dancer!"
Someone whistled at the dancers, and the dancers responded with body language, which immediately livened up the atmosphere. Guests stopped to watch, and many young people even followed the dance, creating an extremely joyful scene.
Of course, such behavior was incomprehensible to Her Majesty the Queen, and she asked Shinji who returned with the food.
"What's the point of doing this?"
"It's meaningless, it's just pure fun. The dancer feels that this makes him happy and brings happiness to the people around him. You can see the reactions of others."
"Happy? Just happy?"
"What else can they do? The lives of ordinary people are not complicated, and they don't have any clear goals. Social development and factional struggles are all very distant things. They just want to spend every day happily. A little thing can make them very happy, just like this."
After saying that, Shinji put the food into his mouth in two or three bites, and then shouted like other customers.
"Hey, Dancer! Look here!"
Then, there was a beautiful somersault, which caused a round of applause.
The Danish dancer slid over and circled around Shinji:
"Asian?"
"Yes!"
"ese?"
"Yes!"
"Kong Fu?"
"Ah, tattt ...
Kicking in the air three times in a row is Bruce Lee's classic stunt "Three Kicks".
Shinji's performance was so impressive that the dancers were not to be outdone and showed their real skills, performing a series of smooth and cheerful dance steps. While dancing, they gestured to Shinji to join in.
Shinji didn't respond immediately, but held out his hand to Lorelaia: "Would you like to join us?"
"I, I'll just forget it."
Lorelaia seemed a little embarrassed. She had experience in court balls and Buckingham Palace, but this was her first time to experience street dance, a folk art form.
"It's okay, just dance, it's very simple." Shinji advised.
"Come on," the Danish dancer also advised, "Perform well in front of your boyfriend."
"No, we—"
Lorelaia subconsciously wanted to correct him, but ultimately did not say it out loud. She silently followed Shinji and joined the happy crowd.
Boyfriend? So this is how other people see him.
PS: This chapter is based on reality. There is indeed a Danish dancer in Debenhams who likes to interact with people, especially Asians. I would like to thank Yumei, who once studied in the UK, for providing first-hand material. I just don't know if there was such a dancer in 2003 or 2004.