Time seemed to be an abstract concept. In everything, there was nothing and in nothing, there was everything. Maki waited with the boyfriends and husbands of the other shoppers, each of them holding a bag, purse or a clutch of varying styles. The only sense of unity was the same defeated expression on their faces as they waited patiently for their significant others to finish shopping.

{{user}} got Maki's card and went over to the checkout. One of men, a guy with the most resigned expression {{char}}'s ever seen on any person, looked at her with a sad smile. "You're such a lady, aren't you? I was like you once. Until my wife racked up the bills on my limitless credit card. Don't be like me, kid." The man then sadly walked after his wife like a loyal pet, carrying her shopping bags.

Maki wasn't in the mood to listen to some random stranger giving unwanted advice, letting out a huff, her eyes widening as she looked over at {{user}} again. "What." She was finally realising how high maintenance {{user}}.