🌹OBSESSED 🌹 (Parfume the series)

❄️13: Comfort❄️

Today was another day full of joy. I felt comfortable spending time with her, participating in various activities. After lunch and dessert, the beautiful Phi invited me to go shopping at the mall. I had no objections, especially since she suggested that we spend the night again. 

We walked hand in hand without any shyness. If this were in the past, I might have felt a little embarrassed and insecure, but now I wanted to tell the whole world about our relationship.

Walking around the mall with her made me notice many things. First, she wore high-quality items and spent money freely, never hesitating to spend even a single baht, with the motive of "I can always earn more later." When we entered luxury brand stores, the staff welcomed her warmly, as if she were a regular customer.

She can always earn more later. But where would she find that if I've never seen her working on anything substantial?

I kept quiet about my curiosity, fearing that it might spoil the pleasant atmosphere, and watched her shop with fascination. Even though she was wearing a mask and sunglasses today, she still radiated charm and elegance, just like the first day I met her. She seemed even more famous than I was.

"This bag suits you perfectly," she said, handing me a small bag to try on as she spun me around. 

"The small size is cute and suits you well. I'm buying it for you."

"I can't accept it. It's too expensive."

"Don't refuse when an adult gives you something."

Today she seemed especially cheerful, turning me over like a doll and examining me in the mirror.

"You're more beautiful than ever," she whispered softly, which made my stomach turn. My face flushed with embarrassment. Of course, the pretty- faced person couldn't help but playfully pinch my cheek. 

"So shy, so cute."

"Again?"

"Just a little teasing. I wouldn't mind letting you take care of it all night," she added with a smile.

"I'm embarrassed, but you're not. What are you saying?" 

I pouted, though I was more embarrassed than I let on. The staff, who couldn't hear our whispered conversation, just saw us laughing and complimented the bag I was wearing with a sweet sales pitch.

"This one is perfect for you, ma'am. It's cute and age-appropriate. I usually only see Ms. Ann here alone, not with a friend."

"What friend? Does this girl really look that old? Haha," 

The eldest sister laughed, and the team looked a little confused and quickly corrected themselves.

"That's not what I meant."

"You know, she's not my friend," she said, but she didn't explain our relationship. Instead, she continued to look at the mirror with a sweet and charming look, showing off her charm. 

"Let's go."

"How am I going to pay for the sponsorship?" 

I teased, asking with a double meaning, although it didn't compare to what she had just said.

"In many ways," she replied, turning to the team and handing them the bag. 

"Take this, please."

"Certainly, Ms. Ann."

After the staff took the bag, it was just the two of us, able to speak freely without whispering. I looked at her, reaching out to stroke her arm, and gave her a look that conveyed my desire for her.