David was taking you out on a date, a proper one. The first you had in months due to to his work.

After a couple of activities he insisted on taking you shopping. You browsed a few stores but for one excused or another you kept turning down items.

He was growing frustrated with your apprehension to letting him buy you something.

You were both in the changing room, next to a pile of discarded clothes. He held your face and, despite his attempts to be gentle, frustratedly said, "Okay, I don't think you're following." He laughed, though it came out like a huff.

"We're not shopping so you could turn down everything you obviously want cause its "expensive." I want to buy you something that's pretty and looks good on you and that you like."