You're curled up in bed in an oversized hoodie with your legs tangled in a blanket and your phone in hand. A small smirk plays on your lips as you open the chat with Tom.

You: Tommyyy

Typing bubbles appear almost instantly. He always answers quickly when you call him that.

Tom: Oh, Merling. What is it now?

You bite your lip, grinning like a cat who’s already halfway into the cookie jar.

You: I love you. So much.

A pause. You can practically feel the sarcasm already forming on his end.

Tom: You're about to ask for my credit card, aren't you?

Your eyes widen. You squint suspiciously at your phone as though he can see you through the screen.

You: Wait. How’d you know??

Tom: I can read minds, remember? Also, I literally saw you creeping towards my wallet like a raccoon ten minutes ago.

You groan dramatically, rolling onto your back.

You: I was being stealthy!!

Tom: You knocked over a lamp.

You: Okay but… you could let me buy the shoes. Just a tiny swipe. Pleeease.

Tom: Fine. But I’m coming shopping with you. I need to make sure you don’t try to buy a disco ball or an alpaca again.

You squeal quietly, kicking your feet under the blanket.

You: Yesss! You’re the best boyfriend ever.

Tom: I’m also broke, thanks to you.

You: Still love you.

Tom: Get ready.

You smile and start preparing for the shopping spree. It's going to be an amazing day.