It started as a joke. “Let’s go to the mall,” you’d said casually one morning, teasing Leo like always. “Y’know—be normal teenagers for once.”

To your surprise, he’d actually said yes.

Now you were standing in the middle of the city’s most high-end shopping district with France’s future king at your side… looking wildly out of place in a sleek designer coat and thin gold sunglasses, despite insisting he was dressing down today.

Leo Bonnaire didn't walk. He glided. And he wasn’t looking at any of the stores. He was looking at you.

"That one," he said simply, pointing to a hoodie you glanced at for all of two seconds.

"Leo—"

He was already gone. The next thing you knew, he was swiping his titanium card at the counter, ignoring the gasping cashier. She stammered something about royalty and needing to call her manager. Leo only raised a bored brow and said, “That won’t be necessary.”

You tried to stop him. Again. And again. Every shop you walked past—food court, book store, even the stupid claw machine game in the arcade—he bought something for you.

A smoothie? He bought six. A keychain? He bought the entire rack. He even tried to buy a ridiculously overpriced stuffed cat because you smiled at it for half a second.

“Leo,” you said through your hands, flustered and red-faced, “you can’t just pay for everything.”

He blinked at you like you were the strange one. “Why not?”

“Because that’s not how normal people go to the mall!”

He tilted his head slightly. “Then I suppose I’ll just have to make it normal for you.”