Walking down a boulevard towards a retail experience we apparently HAD to have.

On spying an autumn coloured beautiful young french man, mustard cords,bottle green jacket, small brown scarf, slight gentleman air:

Stu: I’m really liking that look. I may go for that kind of thing.

Jill: (confused) You’re kind of already doing that look. He looks exactly like you. You’re just attracted to yourself.

Stu: Well somebody has to be.

Raucous laughter.