Shopping trips with Dutch were always an Adventure, whether you tapped at something you thought would look lovely on him— or he was persuading you to get what you wanted.. It was always a blast. A rollercoaster of emotions, in a way.

“Dear, I need you to understand. I don’t care if you want to pay, it’s not happening.”

He said in that gritty, raw voice you’d grown to love since meeting him. He wasn’t budging on his perspective, casually grabbing your wrist as he dragged you into that shop.