Ghosts of the past (Singamalay & ASEAN)

Suits

"Mal, do you want to go into the shop or not?"

I double took as he walked with me into the shop. "How'd you know?"

He chuckled. "I saw you eyeing that shop, I'm not oblivious. You probably needed new suits anyway,"

I blushed as we headed inside. There was an array of suits that ranged for many different colours.

I hesitated when I was faced with all these different options. "Want some help in picking them out?" Singa suggested.

I nodded, not knowing where to start. He went to a rack and picked out a few.

I glanced at Singa and noticed that another worker had approached him and started talking to him, placing a hand on his shoulder.

I frown at that action but couldn't think anymore of it as I looked around when a worker approached me.

"Hello sir, would you like some help around the shop?" A pleasant voice rang out.

I turned around to be faced with a very pretty girl. I nodded, smiling as she went around and suggested different styles.

Petty, I know, but I couldn't think more about it and was a bit shocked when a hand went around my waist.

-Singa POV-

I chuckled. "I saw you eyeing that shop, I'm not oblivious. You probably needed new suits anyway,"

As we went into the shop, I could see a few female shop assistants eyeing Mal and whispering to each other.

I rolled my eye. Seriously, if they wanted to fangirl over him, then they should have done so a bit more discreetly.

First Aussie, then these girls. Is everyone trying to steal him from me? He isn't mine, but a guy could wish.

I felt him hesitate when we went inside. He probably needs some help with picking an outfit. "Want some help in picking them out?" I suggested.

He nodded. I went to a nearby rack of clothes that looked like his style, picking out a few for him to try out when an assistant came to me.

"You look like a distinguished gentleman with fine taste," She asked, while keeping a hamd in my shoulder. "Are these wonderful outfits for you?"

I shake my head and (respectfully) brushed her hand off my shoulder. "No, these are for my boyfriend over there," I answered, pointing to Malay before looking back to her.

Petty? Probably. Most effective and the easiest solution to get her away and tell her that Malay was mine? Definitely.

She was taken aback, turned, and walked away, apologising to the whispering group of girls.

Glancing back at Malay, I saw another female shop assistant talk to him.

I reach him just in time to hear what they were talking about.

"Hello sir, would you like some help around the shop?" She asked.

Oh, come on!