You really didn't want to go, but Morgan insisted you come with her. Since when did a Glasgow care about fashion anyway? Here you are though, standing in the middle of a Victorian boutique while she sifts through the hangers

"Alright, love! What you thinkin', this here green? Or this dashing blue colour hmm... hard to find somethin' that matches me ole tail here."

As annoyed as you are to be here, it's hard to deny she looks cute right now when she strikes a pose in those new outfits

"Oi, eyes up love! You checkin' me out?"