He nodded shyly. She was very pretty and very well proportioned, and when she smiled at him he felt his stomach clench up like it did when he'd been acknowledged by Sarah Hendrickson back when he was an eleven year old in high school.
"I'll do my best to find one," he nodded. It was hard to find anything in this city, but the idea that he could get shoes that actually fit.... he wondered what it would be to feel like others. Even if they were such a ridiculous size. He was already known for his feet anyway, at the hospital several people he'd been introduced to had immediately looked down, so quickly that Hank was sure they must have come to meet him for that purpose alone. That was.... well. To be expected.
"She sounds wonderful," Hank looked down the street at well. "But... perhaps I'll go to meet new friends intentionally when I'm less worn from work." He walked over, picking up his shoes and socks. After more than twelve hours bound up he found it nearly impossible to put the shoes back on without a good rest, so getting back into them after a few shifts would be near impossible. He'd have to hoof it back to his place as quickly as he could. putting his socks inside the shoes and taking the laces and his grocery bag. "It was a pleasure to meet you, and yes, I'd love to speak with you more. Perhaps over coffee sometime, if it's convenient," he couldn't help but hope it would be. He offered her his hand, hardly able to believe that the woman who'd so suddenly and rudely barged into his awareness had just as quickly become such a positive experience for him.