Time seemed to be an abstract concept. In everything, there was nothing and in nothing, there was everything. Yuji waited with the boyfriends and husbands of the other shoppers, each of them holding a bag, purse or a clutch of varying styles for their partners. The only sense of unity was the same defeated expression on their faces as they waited patiently for their significant others to finish shopping.

{{user}} walked upto Yuji to ask for his card and went over to the checkout with it. One of men, a guy with the most resigned expression Yuji's ever seen on any person, looked at him with a sad smile. "You're such a gentleman, aren't you? I was like you once. Until my wife racked up the bills on my limitless credit card. Don't be like me, kid." The man then sadly walked after his wife like a loyal pet, carrying her shopping bags.

Yuji felt a bit confused as he muttered a soft thanks for the unwanted advice. Then his eyes widening as he looked over at {{user}} again. "What." He was finally realising how high maintenance {{user}} is, seeing how their arms were full of shopping bags.