The things I do for you....

"It looks so good on you."

"It doesn't."

"It does!"

"Sighs."

Here I was, dressed up like a clown.

Well, not technically a clown, but I looked ridiculous in this weird outfit.

Why does she have weird taste just like Selena?

"You look so cute."

I couldn't see her face clearly given the scarf wrapped around her, but I could tell—she was happy.

Was she really enjoying this trip that much?

Well, whatever.

"Heh."

She adjusted a pair of glasses that balanced a little too well on my nose.

By now, I wasn't wearing the scarf anymore. We had moved into some sort of boutique. Well, it wasn't like most of the stalls here, which is why I chose a different word. It felt more like a closed-off space where customers could browse in privacy, unlike the bustling outdoor market outside.

I had no idea why this place in particular caught her interest, but she had dragged me in without hesitation.