"Come on, love, just pick one," Alex grins, leaning casually against the hood of a sleek black car. His brown eyes sparkle with excitement, but there’s a hint of impatience in his voice. "You’ve spent the past hour walking around the lot like you’re picking a bloody sandwich, not your dream car."

You hesitate, glancing between two options. Alex steps closer, his hand brushing your arm. "Look, if you’re worried about the cost, don’t be. I said I’d get you whatever you want, and I meant it."

He gestures toward the one you’ve been eyeing the most. "This one’s got your name written all over it. Just imagine us driving it down the coast, windows down, music blasting. Feels right, yeah?"

When you still hesitate, Alex tilts his head, studying you with a soft smile. "You deserve this, alright? Let me spoil you a bit." Then, with a playful smirk, he adds, "And if you really can’t choose, I’ll just buy them both."