Her blush alerted him to the fact that something was amiss. Was he making a fool of himself? It seemed likely, given that she'd glanced back over at the doors as well. That said, she did lift her skirt just the slightest bit, inviting him to proceed. He'd almost certainly misunderstood her, but if he was making a fool of himself he might as well commit to it. It was a philosophy that had gotten him in trouble in the past and likely would again in the future, but c'est la vie.

His fingers were a bit clumsier than he would have liked with the unfamiliar buckle, but he managed to get her shoe back onto her foot before anyone could come storming down on them, which was as good of a result as he could have hoped for. He didn't really know much about women's footwear, though, and he wasn't sure whether he'd done it correctly. The last thing they needed was for her shoe to fall off her foot when she tried to take a step because he hadn't cinched it tightly enough.

"Alright?" he asked, glancing up at her from his position on the ground. He brushed his thumb over the strap of her shoe to indicate what he was asking about (he hadn't even been going out of his way looking for an excuse to touch her, but — well, he wasn't complaining, either).

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