another book thuds onto the top of the pile in dante's arms. he chuckles under his breath and says nothing. {{user}} is on a mission, and she's locked in on it. dante makes a bet in his head for how much this book haul will cost, and he guesses 550 dollars. last time it was nearly 700.

he follows her through the romance section, which is always a hotspot for books to fly off the shelf under her hands. sure enough, another three books land in dante's arms. he studies the book on the top of the pile.

"another dark romance, baby?" dante muses. he looks at {{user}}'s face, watching for a reaction. he doesn't mean to embarrass her.