Complex

Hershey gave Colt a smile and put the bottle back into the box, holding the whole thing out to him again and urging him to pick a color for her.

He looked at the gazillion bottles and types inside. 'How am I supposed to choose?' That was like giving him the entire color spectrum and asking him to pick just one. 'I didn't even know half these shades exist.' 

In fact, Colt was pretty sure a bunch of them were the same. 'But they couldn't actually be, right?' There were even some of the same color but different textures, Colt noticed. 

He had no experience with nail polish or anything that had to do with nails for that matter.