Andrew and William share a charged moment during what should be a routine transaction at a beige shoe emporium. As Andrew searches for the right fit, the atmosphere shifts when the bowtie-wearing William begins to sweat under the collar. Their exchange, thick with playful innuendo, turns flirtatious—suggesting far more than what’s being said aloud. Even a line as simple as “tax won’t be charged” takes on a seductive undertone, and it's not just the shoelaces that come undone as the two navigate this unexpectedly intimate encounter.
