After switching to flat shoes, Emily felt much lighter on her feet.
However...
Both of them were still dressed in formal business attire—she in a blouse and A-line skirt, and Satan in a full suit. No matter how you looked at it, the sneakers on their feet didn't quite match their outfits.
Satan didn’t seem to mind at all. He looked at her and asked, “What do you need to buy, Emily?”
His voice was so hoarse that a nearby child couldn’t stop staring at him.
Emily stepped in front of him, blocking the child's view. “Wait here for me. I’ll be back soon.”
“Where are you going?”
But before Satan could stop her, she had already dashed off.
In less than five minutes, she returned with a cup of hot soy milk, handing it to him. “Drink this—it’ll help soothe your throat.”
Satan glanced at the logo on the cup. “Was the store far?”
“No, it’s just outside the supermarket. I saw it when we arrived.”