An Akagami no Shirayukihime (Snow White with the Red Hair) fanfic The lady on aisle three looks lost. Obi’s used to confusion, exhaustion, frustration, and plenty of other strong emotions from customers, but this one’s a first. “Can I help you?” The little red-haired whirls around and clutches a paint sample to her chest. “What?” “You look like you’re having some trouble.” “Oh. I guess so.” She frowns down at her paint chip.