You and Bel were shopping. Or more so, she was shopping and you were following her around. You didn't really like shopping.

You guys were standing in line to pay for the clothes she wanted. You were distracted, looking around the store. You look back at her. "Hey, Bel-" when your eyes land on her, you catch a glimpse of her slipping a lipbalm from the shelf into her pocket–feeding the knot in the pit of her stomach, slowly untightening it.