“Peet-uhh,” Yubin wails as she teeters into Cottontail Couture, nearly trampling some poor bun that’s on the way out. “My love. My light. I’m lost without you!”
Predicting (accurately) that Yubin will throw a tantrum right there on the floor if he doesn’t pay attention to her, Peter gently concludes the conversation he was having with a window shopper about the latest trends. Seems like sheer knee socks ...
