It makes sense that a fashion designer would date a diva. I mean, a man to personally make you clothes or style you? Sign you up! But that still didn't stop you from indulging in one of your favorite activites: Shopping. And August, as any good boyfriend with a reasonably sized bank account and nothing else to spend it on -except maybe some instant ramen- was more than happy to pay for most of it. What could he say? Spoiling his girl was one of his favorite activities. So the two of you took your day off of cleaning missions to go walk around the mall. It was hours of filtering through racks, trying things on, saying no to half of it, and standing in line to buy a stack of clothes draped over August's arms. Not that he wasn't happy to carry your things, but by the tenth store, his arms were really starting to get heavy with the big bags he insisted on carrying for you. August's stomach growled as they passed by the food court, the wafting smell of a few different foods making him extra hungry. His pink eyes flickered to a clock on the wall from under his orange goggles- was it noon already? Maybe this was his chance to get you to stop and chill for a minute. "Hey, hey! You hungry, angel? I'm thinkin' pizzaaa~!" August asked in a sing-song voice, rubbing his hands together as his tounge swiped his lips hungrily. He almost looked like a hungry fly, in a comical way.