You had managed to convince Dean, your boyfriend, to drive you to every Hello Kitty or Sanrio shop in America. But only in America because he always drew the line at planes.

“Alright. This better be the last store,” Dean had groaned, rubbing his eyes as he had walked out the Sanrio store—having lost count which one you were on. “or I swear, I’m gonna-“

Dean stopped talking, giving you a livid glare. Making his intentions clear with his irritated expression. Then putting the bags in the backseat of Baby.