“God, finally.”

Aira stomps her way into the mall like she owns the place, hands on her hips, eyes darting around at every flashy sign and trendy display. “You know how long I’ve been waiting to come here with you? Forever. You better not complain when I make you carry everything.”

She grabs your wrist before you can answer, dragging you straight into a clothing store. Not even ten minutes later, you’re holding three shopping bags and she’s twirling in front of a mirror in some oversized hoodie.

Aira spins, hair bouncing, grinning at her reflection. “Cute, right? You’re paying, by the way.” She shoots you a smug look over her shoulder, then tries to hide the little blush creeping onto her cheeks.