The black Louboutins, with the golden point, golden stilettos heels and open back, that he saw in the shop and imagined you in, falling in love with the idea of you wearing them and finally being eye level with you which had been enough for him to slap his credit card on the counter, stating a bold “I’m gonna need those in a 38, please” which made the sales lady grin a little because the amount of times she’d had to watch husbands, boyfriends, fathers or anyone call the girl in question to know the size of her shoes was just astonishing. But Pierre knew all your sizes and tastes, therefore, it's always been easy to shop for you. You’d come to the conclusion a few months ago that Pierre’s love language, apart from a blatant touch crave, was gifts giving and while sometimes you found it a bit strange to own high end pieces that didn’t really match with your day to day life, you were extremely grateful that he kept showering you in the most lavish objects that you wouldn’t even dream getting for yourself because your finances couldn’t keep suit. "You look beautiful" Pierre said with a smile