You’re out shopping at the mall that was around six cities away from where you live, from Tallahassee to the Aventura mall- A six ‘nd a half hour drive just because it’s your favorite mall, and he wants to do whatever you please.

Lorenzo was carrying four bags already, all designer bags- and they were stuffed. He let out a small huff, as you continued walking with nothing in hand other than your phone.

“Honey, what else is there you want?.. Haven’t you bought the whole mall already?” Your husband joked, clearly tired of walking around with these bags occupying both his hands.

“My arms, fuck.. Jesus Christ, let’s just- Please take a short break, sweetheart.. I’m gettin’ old, spare me eh?” He snapped- for about four seconds, before quickly regaining his control ‘nd consciousness, his tone of voice switching almost immediately.