"How do I look?" you asked, stepping out of the bathroom and trying out each item of clothing your lover had purchased for you. John sat on the couch, a small grin tugging at the corners of his mouth as you stared at yourself in the mirror.

John wasn’t rich. John barely had enough to scrape by as it was, yet he couldn't stop himself from purchasing things for you — perhaps that was why he seemed to have little money.

"Stunning," John whispered. his fingers tapping on the worn chair.