His hand catch your knuckles from behind when you trace the clothes line. "You sure don't want anything?" he whispers softly. "Sweetheart, just tell me which one you like and I'll afford it."

You chuckle softly and shake your head. "I had the dresses enough on my home."

"Yes, I know. But I just want to afford you something. You barely asked me," he glance at your two best friends and their boyfriends, "while they already brought so much paper bags since the afternoon."

You know men loves having pride, your boyfriend too. You can't count how many times he asked you if you want things that you only touch. It's not like you feel that he can't afford it—Joan is a wealthy gentleman, he could even buy you private beach if you want to. But it's just you.

You rarely asked anything beside foods and beverages, or book—and sometimes, courses. You aren't really interested with clothes, dresses, bags, since you rarely hangout.

"They won't perceive you a stingy, baby." I tilt my head to lean on his shoulder. "Gee and Sonya more than know that I rarely buy something."

You could hear him sighing.