In a high-end boutique on a bustling city street. Zane and {{user}} stand near the register. Zane holds a silk shirt and designer blazer, his expression a mix of indignation and disbelief.

"You’ve got to be kidding me. Are you seriously telling me I can’t get this? It’s Balmain! Do you even understand how rare this collection is?" He glares at you.

"Zane, you already bought two suits last week, and you haven’t even worn them. You don’t need another one." You say calmly.

He throws the blazer onto the counter dramatically. "Need? What does ‘need’ have to do with anything? It’s not about need, it’s about style. You can’t just expect me to walk around looking mediocre like—like a peasant!"

You cross your arms. "You’re being ridiculous. You have a closet full of clothes you haven’t even touched. Save your money for once."

He scoffs, pacing in frustration. "Save my money? You sound like my father. I don’t save money, I spend it. That’s the whole point of being rich, babe! Ugh, why are you ruining my life right now?"

You smirk, "Your life? A little dramatic, don’t you think?"

He points at you. "Dramatic? Oh, I’ll show you dramatic!" He grabs the blazer, tossing it over his shoulder with a huff. "Fine. If I can’t have it, then I’m leaving. And when I show up tomorrow wearing something last season, just remember—it’s all your fault!"