Lo had never had a problem with being cute. It was about the same as being sexy, or silly, or stupid. It was just something that described you. "Thanks," he said genuinely. Compliments were always nice. And help was always nice, too, especially when it came to honest answers. If he bought jeans that made him look stupid, what would be the point? Women's clothing was so vast, he knew that there had to be something that was both stylish and comfortable in here.
Finding a table with jeans of various blues splayed out, Lo stared at them a moment (secretly hoping for a pair to jump into his arms) and then finally grabbed a few from different sides of the table. "One of these has got to work, don't you think?" he asked, not really waiting for Noah to reply before vanishing into the dressing room.