When we arrived at the mall, Kuya Peejay and I parted ways. I started walking around. I went into an athletic store. I looked at the things they are selling there. I know I needed to buy some. Then, a salesman approached me.
"Can I help you with anything, Sir?" the salesman asked. He spoke perfect English. I remembered. This is the mall for the rich.
"Uhm," I tried to say something. "Do you have dance shoes?"
"Oh, dance sneakers?" he corrected as he smiled. "We have a couple of pairs, Sir. This way, sir"
I followed him towards the shoes.
I looked at the shoes there. The brands that are there are not familiar to me. I looked one by one. Anna Kern ... Supadance... I was shocked to see one certain shoe. I picked it up.
"Nice choice, Sir," the salesman commented. "Werner Kern designed th
