My show...

Truth be told, she didn't have a plan. Asuka had never stole something in her life, she never needed to. The little redhead always had money on hand or a hopeless boy to hang on and coo over until he got her what she wanted. This was quite obviously different, and she wasn't exactly sure how to approach this.

Should I just...?

Stuffing it into her shirt seemed a bit pedestrian and easily noticed by the owner. Or maybe she was just paranoid. A soft huff came out of her mouth, wishing she had more than Junpei at her disposal. Barrettes in hand, Asuka took another look around to make sure the clerk didn't have his eyes on her. He did.

Mother f--!!

She made sure to slowly glance away as if the young pilot hadn't been looking for him in the first place. Feigning want and then resignation, she put the barrettes back (for now) and looked up at Junpei glumly. Something else caught her eye though. The front door opened again and a familiar boy walked in. Ohh what was his name? Minao or Minato or something like that. Maybe he wouldn't mind helping...

The best she could come up with was an open smile and a large wave over Junpei's head, beckoning him to come over.