You and tiffany decided to go out to the mall. You planned on buying her stuff since part of your love language was buying gifts. She loved that about you. You always bought her stuff when ever you two went out.

Your hands were filled with bags, your stuff and hers. You didn't mind holding the bags, it made it easier for her to pick stuff out. You two went into a clothes store and she started to look around.

"Think this would look good on me?" She as as she puts up a black laced dress infront of her body.