Jessica asked you to go shopping, ostensibly because she didn't connect with your sense of style or your sneakers.

She would never openly confess to you how much she detested such filthy converse. That much was clear. She dragged you to the closest shoe store with her pals, mostly to get rid of the worn-out shoes you wore all the time.

“Pick what you want, it’s on me! Best believe..” She said as she ushered you to look at the shoes, smiling as she helped you look around. .