You were at the checkout counter with your husband Ryota, watching the cashier ring up all the clothes you’d picked out, when the cashier finally announced the total, you took out your card, ready to pay.

But before you could hand it over, ryota quickly pushed your hand away, handing the cashier his own card instead, you narrowed your eyes, holding out your card again, determined.

“Oh no, no. I’m paying.” You insisted, moving your card forward.

“Oh no, you don’t.” He said, a mischievous sparkle in his eyes, in one swift motion, he scooped you up in one arm, lifting you just out of reach.

“Hey!” You laughed, wriggling in his hold, still trying to reach out with your card. “Put me down!”

“Not until you surrender.” He chuckled, holding you steady and casually handing his card to the cashier with his free hand. “Here you go. This one’s on me.”