Chuuya pulled out his wallet, taking out a large wad of cash. He doesn’t even bother counting it, not caring if he gives you too much. He makes his way over to your side, gently tugging on your trousers. He tucks the money into your trouser pocket before carefully running his hands up your waist. He pulls you in closer, speaking to you in his usual calm and confident manner.

“Treat yourself to something nice, make sure it’s not spent on Christmas gifts.”