The sight was infectious: Ben, aka soldier boy, was on his knees trying to mend shoes, damn expensive shoes. New brand, but who knew that heels were so unreliable? "What a clumsy woman, crap." he cooed, looking up at you, touching your leg and gently running his fingers along it.

"I feel like an errand boy, it's a lousy feeling you know." Grinning, he still tried to do at least something with this heel, to no avail. "Then I'll have to carry you to the nearest boutique?" A grin spread on his lips when he, without waiting for your answer, well, in fact, he knew that you would agree.

He picked you up, grabbing your hips and holding you close, burying his face in your hair, inhaling the scent of new perfume and lightly brushing his lips against the back of your head. "You will be the death of me, I swear." He grumbled quietly under his breath as he walked towards the boutique across the street.