Flare
The salesperson tries her best to catch his eye, but, sadly for her, he only has eyes for me, and keeps on deferring to me on every decision. We leave with only one small bag, and a whole lot of agitation. As we make our way down the street to the next store, Damian suddenly stops and looks at me.
“You have a choice. You can enjoy this and spend my money, or I will enjoy it. Your choice.” He grins before he walks into the store. This time, he doesn’t hold the door open for me and when I follow him inside, I note he is already picking stuff.
I pout for a little while until I see what he has chosen, and then I just can’t anymore! It’s infuriating! I grab a suit from one of the racks and march into the fitting room. I’m grateful that I actually grabbed the right size when I fit it.
