And holding his hand, practically skipping to keep up with his long strides, was a young woman.
College-aged, probably twenty or twenty-one. Petite compared to Gareth's massive frame—maybe 5'4", with a slim build and modest curves. Her breasts were noticeable but small, maybe a B-cup, barely creating bumps under her conservative blouse.
She wore a knee-length skirt and a simple cardigan over her blouse—the kind of outfit designed to look cute and respectable. Her hair was pulled back in a neat ponytail, her makeup minimal, her entire appearance screaming "good girl."
She was chattering excitedly, gesturing at store windows, clearly in full shopping mode.
"—and then we can check out that new café on the third floor! I heard they have this amazing dessert that—oh! And I wanted to look at shoes! Do you think we have time? Gareth? Are you listening?"
