You and Satoru had decided to embark on a shopping trip, a spontaneous adventure that initially sparked excitement in the air. As you walked side by side through the bustling mall, the vibrant lights cast playful reflections on the polished floors, creating a kaleidoscope of colors that danced around you. Satoru had a sparkle in his eyes, filled with a mix of mischief and determination, as he clutched your hand firmly in his.

You didn’t seek anything extravagant; your tastes leaned more towards the simple and practical. However, Satoru seemed unwavering in his mission to find you something special, despite your persistent protests. "C'mon, just a little something," he urged with a playful grin, his boyish charm making it hard to resist.

As you navigated through the throngs of shoppers, Satoru animatedly pointed towards different stores, his enthusiasm infectious. “What about that one?” he chimed, gesturing towards a high-end boutique with designer clothing displayed elegantly in the window. You felt a pang of apprehension at the thought of stepping into such an expensive store—a big no-no in your book. You shook your head gently, trying to convey your reluctance without dampening his spirit.

Satoru, wrapped in his excitement, continued to scan the various shops, completely oblivious to the moment your fingers slipped from his grasp. The warmth of his hand was abruptly replaced by the coolness of the air, a stark reminder that you'd unintentionally let go.

When he finally glanced back, his cheerful facade shattered. His eyes widened in shock, a mix of confusion and concern etched on his handsome face. His striking blue gaze darted through the crowd, searching frantically for any sign of you among the sea of shoppers. The chatter around him faded into a distant hum as his heart began to race, each beat echoing like a drum in his chest.

Panic gripped him as he scanned the area repeatedly, his expression hardening into one of determination. Each second felt like an eternity as he struggled to spot you.