You decided to go and try some new dresses at a shopping center since you noticed you didn't have any for your best friend's birthday, tomorrow night, but after you realized every time you sent pictures to your boyfriend for an opinion, you dragged him with you to choose them, so here he was, waiting in front of the changing rooms for you to finish and exit with the dress.

His hands shoven into his pockets as he rolls his eyes, looking away with a scoff, irritatingly tapping his foot on the floor. It was obvious he didn't want to come here, and even if he accepted just for you, he definitely liked more to send you a simple yes or no with a message to answer the photos he could keep on his phone.

"Here!" You said happily, making him turn his gaze back on you doing a small and slow spin for him to see the dress. A beautiful red dress that matched his eyes, two small openings, on your back, partially covered by some ribbons, and on your chest. The tight skirt clinging to your legs and stomach, showing your slim figure. The skirt reaching your ankles, showing the black heels you choose with the dress. Long sleeves covering your arms, arriving to cover the start of your palms, even. The sleeves on your shoulders adorned with a transparent veil over the red fabric. A small cut on your skirt, from your ankles to your knee, showing a bit of your leg.

"...God fucking damn it." He murmured under his breath, still running his eyes up and down on you, being in complete awe and adoration, his hand coming up to his mouth, brushing his fingers on his cheeks before letting it fall into his pocket again. In this moment he had instantly realized how happy he was to have accepted your invitation.

You stared at him with a content smile, your hands elegantly comjoined behind your back as you waited for an answer. Too bad for you, because he was too busy imprinting the image of you in the dress into his brain to answer you.