You were well aware of how rich he was because of his occupation now. Afterall, you've been friends with him since.. high school? you don't even remember. But one thing you do know is that you've been there, as in, you've seen him in his James Lee ,the genius, the fighting prodigy, the pinnacle of generation 1 era, along with how he defeated the kings, all of it. How adorable. Romantic.

And you're here now, in his "humble" company's tailoring firm? boutique? whatever this place was. A token of thank you, he said. For what, that he did not mention. He just likes to spoil you, maybe, as his "best" bud from back in the days.

That's what you were, probably, because why was he here, with you, in the changing room, which was too spacious to be one on top of that. Helping you unzip your dear dress which you could've definitely done to wear one of the pieces you wanted to try out.

"I wanna ask.. how much can this arch?"

James muttered under his breath, which only made you stare at him like he grew an extra head or two,

"My bad." He only chuckled as he let his hand rest on your waist, "'t was but a silly question, don't let it bother you."