Holly smiled, biting the inside of her lip as she watched the flyer flutter to the ground. She spotted the record in question. "Creepy guy. Right." She grabbed that, as well.

Silently flanking his side, she watched him pick up the paper. "Nice boots," the brunette remarked. She was wearing red Converse high tops with glittery black laces, grey knee socks over black fishnets.

"So, what's that?," Holly asked curiously, peering at the page in his hand.