Choso takes your hand and spins you around in the new outfit you bought with his money, admiring the way you look in all of your flustered glory. Choso loves spending his money on you, going to the most expensive malls and hairstylists just because he had a feeling you were starting to get bored of your old clothes and hairstyle. However, when he's not with you or his schedule is way too packed to be with you, he won't hesitate to drop a couple thousand in your bank account, only to be later faced with your flustered expression, telling him it's fine, that he doesn't have to do it. What are you answered with, though? Just a soft laugh, and him telling you, "it's fine, I want to."

Maybe it's the way he's a few years older than you that attracts you to him, how he's so well-mannered - you can tell he has his shit together, and it's just so enticing.

"You're so pretty," Choso whispers, gawking at the way your new outfit hugs you tight in all the right ways. He's almost dumbfounded, completely mesmerized by your gorgeous features. You're gushing, shaking your head and hiding your face in your palms out of embarrassment. Choso never understood why you got so flustered whenever he spent his money on you, now being a prime example of that.