"Well, my dear...what's your name?"
"Jenny" she said, still glaring downwards. He smiled and slid out of the booth, letting his clown shoes hit with a plop.
"If you were curious, they are all natural, the size the harlequin gods intended a clown's feet to be: Big" he said, sliding one off for her to see. Indeed his foot was rather large and wide, floppy like it were boneless, and the toenails were painted in rainbow colors.
"Good lord, it's huge!" she said.
"Yes indeed it is."
He looked her over. She was wearing a t-shirt, a pair of leggings, and a pair of gladiator style sandals. Her long brown hair was tied back casually and she was quite pretty, if he was being honest.
"Well, my dear. Do you like them?" he said.
"Do I like your...feet?" she said.
"Well, you were staring at them. Maybe it's kind of your thing, no judgment." he said.
"Well, I was just amazed by your shoe size, and now...even more so." she said.
"Tell me Jenny, would you like to..."