“Take whatever ya’ want.”, Millie said as he looked at you, while you were browsing through the clothes on the racks.

It was like that, usually; Millie was more of a I want, I take. But not this time.

You had begged him to come with you for shopping, he grumped his yes, shoes hitting the floor as he followed you to the mall. But once there, he bought you everything you wanted.

“What about this? It’s ugly, like ya’.” He joked, showing you a piece of clothes, which wasn’t your style at all.