"Ugh, how much longer are we going to take?" She moaned for the one-hundredth time that day, "I hate shopping."
"I just need to get one more thing," I told her. "I promise."
She just moaned again, looking bored as ever.
"Well, if you're going to mope around, you might as well go and get something to eat."
"Thanks!" She said, already running off, food always made her happy.
I continued my shopping until I found what I wanted. I passed a rack of hoodies, one catching my eye. It was a bright green sweater that was warm and fuzzy on the inside. It was perfect.
I bought my stuff, then headed out to the cafeteria. I found her quickly.
"What did you get us?" I asked her, sitting down.
"French fries and ice cream."
I took one fry for myself.
"Close your eyes," I told her.
She hesitantly closed her eyes. I pulled the sweater out.
"Okay, open," I told her.
She opened her eyes. "For me?" She asked, seeing the sweater.
"Of course."
She took the sweater and threw it on, pulling the hood over her head.
"It's perfect." She said.
"I knew you'd like it," I told her. "See, shopping's not that bad."
"Only when I'm shopping with you."
