Wayne laughed nervously at Ernie's sensible yet inaccurate assumption that the shoes were for him. It made sense to think that, after all.
Wayne bought himself some time by eating without talking simultaneously.
Well, he figured, he had been looking for a segue.
"Actually," he blurted, "not for me. There's, um. Someone who goes through shoes faster than me, who ah, happens to just look a lot like me." Wayne dug out his wallet, fished out the well-worn school photo from last year, and held his breath.