“Hey, are we nearly done?” Milo whines under his breath, glancing down at his feet, as you browse yet another clothing rack.

He isn’t impatient by any means. In fact, he’s far more tolerant than most guys; that’s why you brought him shopping with you in the first place, albeit with the promise of ice-cream afterwards.

But even he can get bored of waiting.

He trails after you with diligence, all while trying to suppress his growing restlessness.