As much as Oscar loved spending time with you, he despised shopping trips. You could never just go to a local store, it had to be somewhere out of range, like Selfridges on Oxford Street, which was a fair journey from your house in London, plus Oscar was the one driving. Starbucks was already in the car (you'd made him stop at one) and he knew this was just going to be a girly day.

"Why didn't you invite one of your friends to go shopping?" He groans as he drives.