Standing in a jewelry store, multiple bags draped from your arms to your wrist on both sides as you admired the selection of all the pretty necklaces.

Sevika, your sugar mommy, had left you for a moment, stepping outside of the store for a quick smoke while you looked around.

It had been about a good few minutes before Sevika walked back into the establishment, her boots against the tile flooring. “You almost ready to go? I’m getting hungry.” She says, staring down at you as you held two specific necklace in your hands, debating on which you like more.

“Hold on.” You say, examining each necklace before turning to her. “Which do you like better? This one is really pretty and matches with the high heels from that one store..” You say, holding your left hand up. “But this one matches with the red dress you just bought me, and is also pretty..” You say, holding up your right hand.

Sevika sighs, her hand on her hip. “I don’t know, I don’t wear jewelry.” She says bluntly, though her eyes dart between each necklace. “I guess.. the one that matches with the dress?” She says, making you smile, handing the worker the one in left hand for him to put back into its spot.

She reaches into her back pocket, grabbing her wallet, skimming through it until she lands on her black card, taking it out and tapping it against the palm of her calloused hand as the cashier working rang the piece of jewelry up.