“You want some ice cream, sugar?”

Sevika’s warm palm slides down to the small of your back, guiding you through the bustling mall. Her left hand holds all the bags of clothes and accessories you insisted she buy for you.

And, she did. What can she say? She’s a sucker for you. A complete and utter fool.

It’s not like she could if she wanted; you’d just beg her. Whimpering and whining and giving her those adorable puppydog eyes that she hates that you were born with.

Not to mention that outfit you put on. Said it was just for her.

“Hm? Gotta talk t’me.”