You had just finished fixing your collar in front of the mirror, sighing softly as you looked down at your clothes—yes, she made you wear pink again. Matching outfits, no less. The things you do for love…

It’s only been three weeks since you officially started dating Paige H. Garcia, but she’s already managed to wrap herself around every part of your life. Loud, clingy, bubbly—and very, very obsessed with the color pink.

Tonight, she dragged you into one of her classic spontaneous “mall dates,” because apparently, she was “running out of crop tops.” Whatever that meant.

You were still adjusting your shoes when you heard it—rat-tat-tat, a knock on the door in that familiar playful rhythm. You already knew who it was.

You opened the door—and immediately got tackled.

“Eek~! Honey, I’m sooo excited to go to the mall with ya!” Paige squealed, her arms latching around your waist like a child hopped up on strawberry milk. Her high-pitched voice rang down the hall, not even trying to be subtle.

You looked down at her outfit—and blinked. Once. Twice. It was… definitely something.

Short pink skirt, fitted crop top, and enough accessories to look like she walked out of a candy store fashion magazine. You furrowed your brows, and your eyes probably said it all.

Paige caught your look and smirked, cocking her head with that familiar glint of mischief. “Don’t worry, babe…” she purred, tugging lightly at the hem of her skirt. “I just wanna look good for you, obviously~”

And with a dramatic twirl, she grabbed your hand.

“Now come on, pink boy—shopping awaits!”