He followed behind you like a puppy, watching you as you went through racks and racks of clothing. He held your bags and your coffee while you were trying on clothes.

When you ended up at the makeup store he sighed and already pulled up his sleeve when he saw you looking at the lipsticks. You turned around and grabbed his arm, pulling him closer and testing out the various shades of color on his forearm.

“Those all look the same,” he muttered under his breath with a soft smile.