The hell was this girl being all jumpy about for no reason? She might not have physically jumped, but he still felt is. There was no one else in the area except the two of them. Such an odd emotion to have randomly. Oh well. The way she stammered like that was odd, as well. It wasn't that cold outside. Dear god, it was the middle of July. He'd be concerned if it suddenly dropped in temperature that much. And now Damian wasn't sure which was more strange: the fact she asked for glue or the fact she randomly felt- Oh, it was for her shoe... Did that even work? Like Damian would be a pro on stiletto shoes.
He paused for a second, glancing down at said shoes, then back on up to the blonde. "We might," he replied lowly after thinking it over. Though Damian wasn't going to go out of his way to end his smoke break to help the girl out. She was going to wait, damn it! Leaning some more against the building, he took a few more puffs on his cigarette, savoring it until the very end. And in the midst of smoking, he focused a bit on that glue. Glue, where could it be? Ask anyone else in the store and they would have hesitated, but not Damian. Having mastered his psychic ability, all he had to do was think of it and he could just feel where it was. Oh yes, they had glue and he knew exactly where it was.
Once the cigarette dwindled to the very end, he flicked the remains to the curb and smothered it with his foot, then proceeded to walk to the store's door. Propping the door open, he glanced on over to the young girl and beckoned to her to follow. "Come on in." Hopefully she didn't mind the A/C going on inside or the fact the was some odd mix tape playing in the store. Seriously now, someone's music playing privileges was getting revoked in ten minutes.